O Hear, O Daughter
O hear, O daughter
Spirit born not of earth and water
Stretch yourself toward His Light
Pardon yourself as He has done
Endure your mini battles under the Sun
For the major battle He has already won
You carry the Torch~ He healed the Breach
You wear the Laurel Wreathe~A Grace-Gift, indeed
Outstretch your Faith to Him as far as you can reach !
Copyright McCuen 2009
Copyright © Mc Mc | Year Posted 2009
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