J. MICHAELS

Airy breeze barely touching

Precious face of God

Wafting then the sweet fragrance

As love flows into love

Our honor to even think of it

Dearest blessing to know

That what we are in truth

We can surely believe is so

In truest place at Heaven's door

We deliver our ticket for entry

Made of love invited in

Leaving no room for lesser tenant

The sight of our Father

Making the vision complete

  

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