Mariah
 
Whispered echoes, before a hostile wind, stand tall.
If we do not, without those things, scared we fall.
Songs of nature, prayers devoted to God with speed.
For if we be true, God almighty and the just will heed.

For it's an ill wind, that blows no good.
Say a prayer on it, spread light it would.
As the sound of leaves the word of God will abound.
Heard in the hearts of men without making a sound.



1/25/2015 panther811 (All rights reserved)

By panther811

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