What miracle is wrought within
When we confess, repent of sin
Where we the best of love receive
The hour that we first believe
What fullness finds its faithful way
From God to mortal when we pray
Where we the best of life receive
The hour that we first believe
What hope fills time’s terminal toll
For bodies die, but never soul
Where we the best of death receive
The hour that we first believe
© Janet Martin
Beautifully said
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