Then do not sorrow, / for he who wakes the lily and the rose / the resting place of each believer knows.
She looked through a veil of tears to see / the one who spoke to her tenderly. / Nail scarred feet and outstretched hand / her seeking heart could understand.
Only they who know the harbour master find its peace / and are renewed to sail again to oceans of infinity.
They warned / of punishment and penalty, of exile, / and of a Sovereign Lord who could and would restore, / leading with cords of human kindness, / changing knots to ties of love...
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