Saturday, September 6, 2008

Abba's Children

Hark! I hear my Beloved's call,
'Tis piercing thro' my ears,
Take me up to Thy land of all,
From life's long grieving years.

Precious Rubies born of our love,
Weep not; sorrow is past,
Allah is with us both above
Happy we are at last.

All parents must depart one day,
Children, your lives begin,
Love your mates, be happy and gay,
Your Father's 'Message' reign.

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