Puff of wind
passing shadows
as mundane sorrows
Endless happiness
awaits after
today's sacrifices
Go on!
perform divine
tasks religiously and duties
Behold morning sun
share faith to everyone
savings souls
old and young
Grandeur mountains
Universe infinite end
Creator's signature pen
Rdiant dawn
hopeful mist of the morn
salvation is too closed
to near not too soon
Sweet voices
reverently singing
Glory Be! the Lord's
Mighty name
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