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Faith's not unlike a stone that never moved:
though wind about it raged and rain upon it fell prolonged over centuries, proved the stone, like faith, bears witness to the dawn. The last undying particle of dust will settle only to be swept again, forever bound by nature's deviant trust; The humble stone more smooth from use remains. We too must stand like stone before the wind: regale, despite the acid rain, with love pursuant from our lives, yet disciplined we should, like headstones, bow to God above. Let come what will, and come what will with this; for yesterday---I hungered for such bliss.
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