birth of a Christmas album.
T.Bahler wrote: "When he /or
she-a deceased/ is out of my life becomes a reality, our mind creates
an inevitable desire of a spiritual existence of the loss.
A mysterious voice reveals Warren
in next poem. They are the words of a Christmas carol where a 'Spirit
travels as Light through you and the Universe'.
Holy, Holy Ghost'.
He lives in me
He speaks to me
He fills me with his melody
and holds me in His arms.
He takes my fears and lonely tears.
and turns them into sunshine.
The Holy, Holy Ghost with light divine.....
Sometimes my courage fails.
My doubt begin.
My faith in Him seems gone.
|But He just reaches out in love so
And carries me, carries me on.
He guides my pride
He guides my soul
His grace and goodness makes me whole
He sings in me
He shines in me
He sets my spirit free.
He tenderly does care for me
His faithful hands in mine.
The Holy, Holy Ghost with light divine