A subtle spirit has my path attended, In likeness not a lion but a pard And when the arrows flew like hail, and hard He licked my wounds, and all my wounds were mended.
A subtle spirit has my path attended, In likeness not a lion but a pard And when the arrows flew like hail, and hard He licked my wounds, and all my wounds were mended.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories