All that is of value
the pure gold
from the mould
All the eternal riches
I can hold
that unfold
in each dream of hope
that takes flight
in its might
Every deep desire
shining bright
in deepest night
All are found in you
by the plans
from your hands
Underneath your wings
I will stand
I will stand
Steve Wheeler © 15 March, 2021
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