And how does this settle the raging waters inside?

Claiming to cleanse my slate, With the cool champagne of freedom’s toll?

Let the wonder of it all shield the brethren when I fall,

And wake the honored Angels as guarded prisms calling,

to the Lighthouse of our soul,

Releasing the deeds that bring us to our knees for forgiveness,

Begging for the light to shine its rays on our hopes and dreams

Until we collide with the sky and finally find our Safe Haven in your arms

Wrap us with clarity to perform as artist’s dare

Proving our Love resides not only in Virtue

But flares with the Truth, Oh deliver us!

A quest that unionizes us with Christ


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