Fragile, sweet daughter, mine Life has its way with us And Bending to its music, we rise And Take a place in its symphony hall To blend with harps and flutes To play a lush tomorrow A royal song From our joys and mourning combined
Tomorrow! A water-colored rhapsody on canvas new Yours Bright and Blessed
Carol Castagna (c) 10/2012
Isaiah 40: 31They who wait
upon the Lord shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be
weary; they shall walk and not be afraid.