More Grace
The clock of hearts don't stop
Until hade comes calling home
And knock to lock its breath
Then drag spirit above to the top
May be to Nigeria or darling Rome
That remains the fear regards death
At the moment Angels give controls
The next is to pray of heaven to dine
And not be dancing in hot furnace coal
Lord bless all dying souls
Make Thy lights of favor shine
And all shall be made whole
Amen
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