No good can be done by wrongful ways
By shameful acts no light shines true
Thieves covered in darkness do no praise
Give no glory to goodness, to You
There are no saints except through You
No gains be got unless by your cross
If not by Your hand, no beauty is true
No virtue pure, and all men dross
But by the flow from your pierced side
That music that the angels sing
Drowning the world in a joyful tide
You call your children: priest, prophet, king
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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