Glory Given before we Go
A collective of what I know
A masterpiece a master knows
The cornerstone starts the row
The signal sounds through the radio
Receptive sounds the frequency goes
Harmonize the honey grows
kiss under the mistletoe
The lost lamb find it so
Guided now the lion doe
Now you lay where ever sow
Days ends draw near to bow
Winds calm before the heavy blow
Spirits soon forced to Go
The return of the Son said to glow
Lifting the ones considered low
If this finds you light, rejoice as you know
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