"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands. I spread out my hands to You. My soul longs for You like a thristy land."
DAYS OF GOLD
You have reached the days of Gold. Molded fine Made to shine. Your youth is not far behind.
You have reached the days of God. Deepest purity. Sweety symphony. Your song is full of harmony.
Your pray is a crown of wisdom. Your faith is refined with dignity. --MIISRAEL WINNIESPOETRY: Exerpt: A YELLOWROSE AMONG THE REDJun2003 From writings of ParadiseJul2016