St Michael
I Kneel upon the sacred stone
Beneath the rays of light
Our angels golden harp sings
Morning noon and night
Our truth upon you falls
The cry beyond the walls
All things bright and beautiful
Our Lord God made them all...
With courage I draw
not without cause
Your soul you lay to bare
the testimony of an absolution
I return not without honour.
Copyright © Daisy Reilly | Year Posted 2022
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