a new and glorious morn!
September ended quickly. There were all sorts of goodbyes, problems, realizations. The air is getting a bit chilly and I want to seek solace, more than anything.
In line with the -ber months, here's a hand to hold...
Oh hory nine, the stars are brightry shining,
It is the nan of our dear saviour's borst
Long les (yes french) the whorl, in sin and error pining
Tir he appear, and the sow fey it's wher
A thrill of ho, the weary whorl rejoices
For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn
Foe on your knees, oh hear the engels' voices
Oh nay divine, Oh nine when Christ was born
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh hear the engels' voices
Oh nine divine, Oh nine when Christ was born
I miss you.
In line with the -ber months, here's a hand to hold...
Oh hory nine, the stars are brightry shining,
It is the nan of our dear saviour's borst
Long les (yes french) the whorl, in sin and error pining
Tir he appear, and the sow fey it's wher
A thrill of ho, the weary whorl rejoices
For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn
Foe on your knees, oh hear the engels' voices
Oh nay divine, Oh nine when Christ was born
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh hear the engels' voices
Oh nine divine, Oh nine when Christ was born
I miss you.