Precious is that ancient story
not a word is flawed
all the earth attracts its glory
like a lightnin rod
Gloried are the holy mountains
where his feet once walked
ever flowing are the fountains
where the truth he taught
Though today there are no traces
of those storied scenes
we can partake of the graces
of his love unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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