Purest of prayers where shall I find?
Echoes of it, rattling the weirs of heaven,
Tearing foundations to core
Purest of prayers where shall I find?
The chanting of hymns dusk till dawn
The rites and cults to appease the gods
Purest of prayers where shall I find?
Gonging of bells up so high
Clad in snow and monks so bare
Purest of prayers where shall I find?
Rosaries and saints choirs and steppes
Angels slaying daemons, confession and communions
Purest of prayers is here I found!
A mothers weep, a lovers despair,
A soldiers plea, a drunkards cry
Melody to Him this what He hears
None but the purest for which heaven prevails
Making tears dropp like beads from His eyes galore
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