The Silent Ciborium
Shelter me Oh Lord from the dangers of this world
draw me into your Holy Ciborium and lay me there
like a silent cloth that never speaks, let me be air
Please allow me to scent your Kingdom with my
unspoken word, let me love you forevermore.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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