Saturday, August 17, 2013

O Pure Light

O pure light, born of hope's soft breath
Bid thy master to come to my aid
Encompass me before my weary death
Fill me before I fade

O Master of all that was, is, and will be
Look down upon the least of thine
Have pity on my spirit, carry me
That I may be with thee for all time



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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