Echo of God’s Love

In God’s window of my dreams
With sunshine in the store
All the little dolphin joys
Are breaking through the door
The old familiar whistle call
To come to rest inshore
The echos heard by loyal chums
Of kettles, bowls and drums
A love song hidden in my heart
God’s glory heard doth incubate
I am surely satisfied
When I learn to wait
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