There are moments when we enter into Grace And fill the coffers of the heart with peace, It may be the revelation of a face When one would wish the magic never cease. Yet the vision or the light recedes And in these mortal eyes all is veiled. For many years the cleaning work proceeds And at times we even feel that we have failed. Some peace returns for we have heard the call And we are tied to That for which we seek We rise, we fall, then rise again and fall But glory is to the strong and not the weak. The road is long and lengthy is our toil Yet blessed are we to tread this sacred soil.
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