O There you are, my little one, so cold and tired be,
Come, lay on now, my shoulders, let your Master carry thee.
Across the treacherous rocky cliffs, that line the restless sea,
To reach, at last, that quiet place, to find your home in Me.
~ D.F.
Peace and tranquillity are the hallmarks of this amazing composition. Well done, Dan!
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Thank you very much, Peter 🙂
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