Take Me To See the King
(In Memory Of Mrs. Vera Latney)
Take Me To See The
King
On a Prayer and an
angel's wing
So I, my Red cabbage,
to him can bring
Now, let those "pearly-
gates" wide-open to Me fling
As I hear gentle hands on a
harp string
Giving Me reason to lift My voice
and sing
To have a feel for whatever My eyes
do cling
In the land of "Milk and Honey" that
has Everything
Even, My long, lost LOVE, with whom
I hare a ring
Please Take Me To See The King
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