The Guf Poem by Amera Andersen

The Guf

Rating: 4.3


God gave man the number seven,
He showed me a place that’s far above.
High up in the seventh heaven,
a place that’s filled with constant love.

He showed me a place that’s far above;
I saw the treasury of souls.
Where unborn souls reside thereof
and wait to fill their human rolls.

High up in the seventh heaven,
resides the sacred Hall of Souls.
A baby's spirit still un-leaven,
a loving place that God controls.

A place that’s filled with constant love;
so when you hear the sparrows’ song,
a descending spirit falls like a dove
and to our God, we all belong.


Author Note:
Form. Retourne

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