This Day
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This Day
From where all our prayers return,
from where our Sweet Lord’s peace resides,
let us all return from there,
someday,
someday.
Where all our mysteries of life,
governed by our sweat and strife,
lose dominion in this Sweet Light,
fade away,
fade away.
From here a golden age will dawn,
where lions spare the new born fawn,
we’ll walk in peace here arm in arm,
this day,
this day.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2023
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