Sangreal
Days spent searching for the Sangreal;
that I, may put my lips to where,
the Holy Lips last touched.
Cup of Life,
my faith a-harbour.
Cup of Love,
my seed you arbour.
So many truths untold?
Or was it just, for I,
so caught up in the trick-or-treat of life.
So many sins uphold?
Or was it just, for I,
so caught up in the trick-or-treat of life.
Cup of my life and love;
of many You be overflowing
with faith, that seed here words.
Life in Love.
Days spent searching for the Sangreal;
that I, may put my lips to where,
the Holy Lips last touched.
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