Gratefulness uncaught by word
A melody thats seldom heard a beauty not believed by sight humble heart reach heavens height this power lures the other here his spear impales the heart with fear and blood pours out into a song a hymn of praise a life-time long History testifies to Love nature's flight seeks God above And spirals of creation flow from tree to sky, from sun to soul Time beseeches men to listen to the memory of Tradition Monumental arts and missions Lover's liturgies are litmus Now, fatherless so lost to lust daughthers not free to love in trust pain comes from lessons forgotten families destroyed as devils plotted But a hidden Hero comes to call the one the Son annoited raw Empty vessel, broke inside, he shouts aloud his battle cry: "O God how great thou art, who sees the gratefulness of he who bleeds and gives to him the gift of growth in likeness of Your Holy Host Jesus, in whose name we pray though soaked in sorrow, still we play in garden that Your Body made which gathers thickness from the rain A spousal flesh, an earthen home Holy Spirit's seed thats sown Your water washes over world Born of the "Yes" of Heaven's Girl Sunlight spectrums blossom from Her soul, and Life the victory won Her womb bore the immortal fruit; freedom birthed eternal youth."
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