2021
There are moments when we enter Grace And fill the coffers of the heart with peace It may be the recollection of a face And one would wish the magic never cease. Then the vision of the light slowly recedes And to the mortal eye all is veiled For many years the cleansing work proceeds At times we even feel that we have failed. Then peace returns for we have heard the call And we are one with That for which we seek We rise, we fall, then rise again and fall For glory is to the strong not to the weak. The road is long and lengthy is our toil To call God down upon this mortal soil.
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