whence sin's disconnecting breach wrought fear's begotten sway;
thus every spark can find the voice that truth puts in its way,
a facet of our harmony, bespoke from heaven's ray;
for hearts were born to sing of love on every blessed day.
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Evan Hawthorn's Blog
(visual aid by Christian Schloe)
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
tidings abiding the wintry night
our soul betides the earthenhome and beats within the fray
whence sin's disconnecting breach wrought fear's begotten sway;
thus every spark can find the voice that truth puts in its way,
a facet of our harmony, bespoke from heaven's ray;
for hearts were born to sing of love on every blessed day.
*
whence sin's disconnecting breach wrought fear's begotten sway;
thus every spark can find the voice that truth puts in its way,
a facet of our harmony, bespoke from heaven's ray;
for hearts were born to sing of love on every blessed day.
*
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