Thunder as old as gentle families
We cry like sweet mandolins
Skies of seagull rain
Islands bow like purple prayers
The gates of love are divine
Blue elves hold the frail emblems
Songs of emerald hummingbirds
Hope plays on harps of faith
Choirs sing unconditional forgiveness
Your unworthiness sits next to mine
Coals on the altar reach into the shame
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