ڿڰۣಌ ❤️ڿڰۣಌ❤️ ڿڰۣಌڿڰۣಌ Good Morning Dear Alan. How sweet to wait within a holy place The hour of song and prayer, To yield the heart unto a spell of grace, Serenely brooding like a presence there. The hymns that live within the organ's heart, Flow silent o'er the soul; Unsounded echoes from the memory start, Like mystic writing from an angel's scroll. Love and Hugs Sweetheart. XXXXXX ڿڰۣಌ ❤️ڿڰۣಌ❤️ ڿڰۣಌڿڰۣಌ ❤️ڿڰۣಌ