Yours

Grace rain down 

Like early birdsong 

as children playing

All belong 

To the glory held

By all we’ve known

Cascading down

Flowing through

You


Hope ring out

Like church bells ringing

Choirs of voices

Reaching, singing

Knowing walls

Don’t hold the spirit

Kneeling, weeping

In the glorious

Knowing we are

Yours


Faith that’s planted

Growing,

Knowing we are

Yours.


09/08/25

clc



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