Into the glourious riches
Into the glourious riches of life,
Beauty radiant of the promised wife.
A bond of Love flowing throughout,
Fountain of life filling a land in drought.
A seed fallen to the ground in death,
Opening up to absorb a fresh new breath.
Into the hands of the potters wheel,
As clay being heated, healed and sealed.
No riches of the world could compare,
Of, being refined to shine a jewel of rare.
Walking on the trail of the promised land,
All glory and praise to all for yet an outstretched hand.
May, many receive the glorious riches of life,
Within, being purified into the likeness of Christ.
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