2.2.2025
Faith there must be through all the trials We face upon the fearsome path, The injuries, the hate, the wrath The monotony of a million miles We travel in search of Thee, Yet we are told you are within Each soul, each form that we can see, Beyond the realms of grief and sin The image of Divinity.
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