: (J. W. Howe) Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has lost
(J. W. Howe) Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has lost
the birds they sang at the break of day start again I heard them say don't dwell on what has passed away or what has yet to be all the wars, they will