Morning Glory sits and waits, upon the grass the lanterns quake,
same as yesterday before, Hope must take her wings and soar.
Closer now her sister's ear whispers gracef'y wipes a tear,
"Dearly loved, dearly blessed, tis God's face to give me rest.
Sweet Glory I have past now for me live at last."
Glory looks to angels face upon it paints Hope Ev'rly grace,
she smiles and touches wings of light, till her kiss says goodnight.
Morning Glory sits and waits upon the sweet grass' warm embrace
she looks into the Heaven eyes says a prayer,
"God hold her tight, now I see in death there's light."
(c) all rights reserved - Emmy June 2012
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