Time do come,we all know;ever ready so thought's may flow,they
jump,skip,and hop;when there is none,feel like a stopped clock,
in need of a special key,as an average soul when at home,GOD
bless us all our own mind may roam,a thought don't need a lot of
space,good one's come with GOD'S OWN GRACE,the other kind lead to much disgrace,the road to hell's not paved with bricks of clay,
my gaelic is a little rusty,in english it would simply say,
there's ;no Fireside like your ownFireside perhaps my own thoughts
may slip,or slide,By GOD'S OWN GRACE,I will abide,AMEN'S A GUIDE.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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