She walked in -
Into the holy place within.
Tears filled her cup as she wept, wailed and cried out
In agony over the wickedness and wretchedness of Man without.
She knelt down,
Her aching knees hit the ground.
Pray, Piety, pray - that wishes with wings be lifted up,
Then love, joy and righteousness will fill the cup.
O' Child of Light and Hope, here silence still remains,
Here, where the grandeur and glory of God reigns,
Sing, like an angel, sing, and not weep,
For God's love is wondrous, abiding and deep.
But always seeing love's way bitter and bare,
Hidden harvest of hideous sin, as men sow men reap.
And jaundiced eyes not filled with seeing or care.
Pray, Piety, pray - for blessings and mercies or days to keep,
Then place at God's great knees and feet -
Every wish, desire or dream; every song, sombre or sweet.
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