Into our eyes
We wash each one, and see the sun
To our surprise
What love is poured out
In grace to each lout?
We are made clean of sin
By seeing His wounds and stepping within
Alone we are lost to freeze from frost
He warms gently
Downed disturbed, He weaves the word
We are made free
His blood poured out
To us is His shout
We are cleansed deep within
Gone to Our Lady neath her apron
Despite our disgrace
He grows from grace
Lily white lace
And a big embrace
For us to see His face
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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