Here Comes The Sun A Tribute You are an early bird

Yoy are an early bird,
I used to be a late,
both through the genes
and by the service fate.
It's half past five,
and now I'm not late,
to praise the Lord,
greet you, my clear mate.

You're Christian,
and I did accept the Cross,
though misty, selfish
and bewitch'd I was.
My granny, mama,
mother with a child,
helped to enlighten me,
whatever wild.
Two girls and you,
my ever-loving friend,
were aid for me to feel,
start understand.

I feel that life of mine
is not the same,
I'm glad that I am here
neglecting fame,
not shy to praise the Lord,
The Holy Writ,
and praying saints,
candl's of emotion and wit.
Let our deeds
be witnesses for that
we have accepted
shining rays we met.

Your husband,
caring man of yours,
whom Lord allowed
you to choose,
brought me transparent sight,
what the love is,
in grief and joy,
two loving souls forthwith.
The sign of V
you sent us with the stars
is in my heart,
my mother's name so starts.

And all the people
on the road I met,
are signals given
so that life is set,
were sent, are sent
and hope will be sent
to me, but not to judge,
to understand.

And now whispering
your Christian name,
thank God, you and
the melody that came,
I shall not tell
your name to anyone,
will praise the hour
of the rising Sun.

I'm full of love
to be with you all one,
to greet the light
of our rising Sun.

25.05.2025