Piecing the Chain
...And she was there in a distant rocking chair
And she was telling of how she crossed the plains
Bore the pain and loved her family
Lost some friends, and children
And her windswept, sunburned face
Told of belief stronger than life
...And he was there, and his dusty records
Spoke to me of a distant land
Across a distant sea
And the message he heard carried him here
He lived and he loved
And his blood now flows in my pulsing veins
And we belong
(c) Robert Reeder, 1995
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