The Angel With The Torch
She bears the name called FREEDOM.
A crown of stars she wears.
She used to be all copper,
Now, she's green with wear & tear.
You can stand beside her,
Even go inside;
Don't have to climb the stairs now--
Just push and take a ride.
As she holds her torch so high,
She greets the weathered soul...
Welcoming each member
To the body and the fold.
"Come and gather close" she says.
The time is drawing near--
When Love will be the rule of day...
So bury all your fear!
~penned by lynn foust