Kindling Tender
Bright faces shining as the sun it is good in light of the cold we awaite the hour grave dark blackness as in the past withstood the truth and the way but love is a fire consuming the night for it will transpire works by faith awaken from death to life poor widow's candle to salvation's wife like the hebrew three blown and furnaced and Isacc bound under Abraham's knife sacrifice the Lamb of God furnished
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