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As i walked down the aisle

of the old country church



On my way down to the altar to pray

i could hear the sound of a little girls cry



As i got down on my knees to pray

i could hear the little girl say



Her mother,she would see no more

for she passed away just a few days before

she asked the lord to watch over her mother

and to send her love



Then i saw a beautyful white dove

as it sat on her shoulder returning her love

then i sawa smile upon her face,and i knew

she was touched by his grace...