Let it Be
Let it be,
that I may someday touch the stars.
When all time for me has expired,
and the soul begins to part.
Guide me through the heavens,
where life one day began.
A perfect creation,
molded right out of
our Fathers loving hands.
by Robert M. Hensel
http://wheelierecord.tripod.com
Rights: The author grants visitors to this website the right to use the above poem for memorial services etc. as long as the author is given full credit for his work.
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