Out of the dry, dry earth, something green,
Springing up, towards the light,
Appearance of death seen, with eyes so blind,
Ever to rise, once again,
Hope, glory, fused with love,
Ours to behold, scales unfold,
Newness of creation, inventive and fresh,
Death releases, ceases it's hold,
God's bold plan, on the move..........
Never give in, to thoughts within
Dour and dark, they must subside,
We have become the welcome, Bride.
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