The sound of a trumpet could be heard
As the sky above turned bright
A glow streamed down from the heavens
And it touched the earth with its light
Their wings were white as fresh fallen snow
Their gowns had a satiny sheen
And their voices were heard all over the earth
Long before they were seen
A choir of angels descended
With voices raised in praise
The sound so sweet, it made one weep
Just hearing the sound of His name
Sand * * *
(The above poem was written especially for this set by
Sand. You are more than welcome to use it on this set, but remember to use the matching logo to link back to
"The Softest Kind Of Poetry". ~THANK YOU~)
