Samstag, 5. Oktober 2019

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (106)



The light of day



The light of day is fading, the candle’s flame burns low,

Far, far our feet have travelled, a long way still to go

Our goal seams oh so far away, none knows the hour the days

Our weary, wanderings through the world, drawn-out by long delays.

We know we’re here to conquer, to win a victor’s crown

God, father grand the faith, the strength

Seal us to be thein own.

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