Music Poem “John and Betty” (no numbered)
Day of Joy has come— A dawn of shining hearts and gathered souls. From small hands to gentle elders’ smiles, voices rise like silver bells, ringing freely through chapels and open air. Angels of memory hum unseen hymns, their whisper weaving light through every street. The air itself begins to glow— a chorus born of warmth and wonder. Now all the heavens resound, and every heart becomes a flame of peace. Time stands still within this luminous sou
Music Poem “John and Betty” (no numbered)
Day of Joy has come— A dawn of shining hearts and gathered souls. From small hands to gentle elders’ smiles, voices rise like silver bells, ringing freely through chapels and open air. Angels of memory hum unseen hymns, their whisper weaving light through every street. The air itself begins to glow— a chorus born of warmth and wonder. Now all the heavens resound, and every heart becomes a flame of peace. Time stands still within this luminous sou