I have a crystal ball, you know,
That I gaze upon each day.
There's no mystery in what I see,
But only in what they say.
Better I not know their thoughts,
Their actions are plain enough.
Sometimes I wish I could not see,
The horrors of such stuff.
O Lord you know the minds of all,
And yet you died for us.
There is some good in every one,
Though we be cantankerous.
Thank You, George
Lady Vivian
Love ya!
Jane
good George enjoyed reading
peace be with you
William
Always,
Deborah