The thread of faith is spun by Angels from the arms of a golden harp.
So who am I to question it when its woven out of love.

Her voice she spoke to me softly her tone so sweet and true.
The comfort of her presence overwhelmed me then washed away my blues.

I melted within her embrace so pure I could only trust.
Her words intent with truth.
Her intentions founded with love.

She came to me at my...