Poetry Cards | Goodnight, my friend, Good dreams my friend... It does not matter how far away, It meant a lot to have someone care A voice out in the teeming mass of humanity For God still works thru his children to bless Such arrangement spreads blessings from God on high, Correcting when needed, yet loving them still... by Margaret Millet Tracycopyright © 2001 B. K. Tracy, INC |