Leading off beyond what's due
Yet even in the foulest cell
I hear the ringing of the bell
Amongst the lowest I have been
Lower still to go, from what I've seen
My pride, patched beyond repair
I hear here the angels' care
The church's bell and angels' song
Lifts the meek to be the strong
I give thanks for dirt and dust
To my God in whom I trust
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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