From dreams, waking up with the dimmer light
Face covered with shadows of yesterdays
I seem to let loose of those struggled days
And the vision of light gives me new sight
God has chosen to comply man’s delight
With passion put in use by day and night
Celestial dreams of fellowship in grace
Earnest longings of brothers ease in praise
My portraits are bright with brothers of right
Storms may pass our hope of peace never sways
With candles of deep breath in every days
Freely we grow, strive the zenith of height!
Rules of brotherhood are splendid in ways
Thought of actions direct our hearts ablaze
Fortresses built in the heavens so bright
Being one, is the blessing from the Might
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