A lofty spire
Does pierce the sky;
With joy They sing
To one on High.
Such was the sound
That filled the air;
It reached all souls
That felt despair.
The Mighty Throng
Did face their God;
And he in turn
Did give his nod.
Blessing all with
A gracious smile;
Bringing Peace that
Non could defile.
Such was the strength
Of the Brethren;
They did A-spire
Amen... Amen.
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A refined poetic imagination, Peter hugo. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.