There is great faith in grief, it is pure for it has been
cleansed in sorrow's pain.
Love can penetrate into the deepest part of the soul with
out waiting to be invited.
Saturated in love, a soul cries out from it's innermost
tabernacle, while standing in the depths of purity.
All reason flies before the truth of faith man has in God.
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