poetry – B Is for Blessed!

God is Calling…

Go up to Gilead and take balm, O virgin, the daughter of Egypt; In vain you will use many medicines; You

“Sunrise, sunset Sunrise, sunset Swiftly fly the years One season following another Laden with happiness and tears” –Fiddler on The

Freedom for black and white or red and blue No increase for me at the expense of you That faith