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Sweet faith in Christ gives us great comfort and hope - a poem about power. |
| The image of The Son must strive To praise His innocence, and arrive, As drone and worker, to His Hive. May children grant Him utmost drive. The maddening truths so deeply shame. Too many shadows in our game. Apparitions know thy name; Vital constructs are to blame. The Lord gives mercy, hope, and vision; His Majesty confers precision. An absolute belief, concision. The beauty of that kind decision. Never short on grit or poise. Ageless youths who play with toys - Brought to bear, our girls and boys - Sure and proper - make some noise! Staunchest guesses, whom we’re leading… Voice those goals, with verses reading - And to share in all the bleeding, Grace and mercy, come a-feeding. |