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February 1987
the skies were red crimson borne on tears a flaming, sky borne pyre over empty, silent halls silver where bloody skies subside silent service for a world for a life for a king
beneath and bright on rain damp stone flames entwine with lace silent on the wall they lie drop cloth for the God
a living veil replaces one destroyed
as we denied the Son the sun itself will praise Him
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The Skies were Red A poem by Peter Rhebergen Download the book Each New Day a Miracle Bible Studies How to Study the Bible Life is Wonderful Photography Copyright 2024 About me |
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