By Benjamin Shapiro
Soul sings sweet serenade

As I sit in soundless suite,

Simple song, strings played,

Percussive pulse repeats, 

Mind melts merrily away,

Solely soul, spinning sweet,

Angels guide the way,

As new creation’s on display,
Surely, angels guide the way

As my imagination plays.

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