Beneath the mantle of my good deeds
I am like the rest a sinner who needs
Belief in the Saviour, Jesus
The true vine, the light of mine
eyes that truly shine
with grace. A gentle face
to smile at my fall from Grace.
At peace, at rest
as the child knows best
Let the children sing
the song of good tidings
The young coil of spring
The old seeker of true things
The fall, the passion, the call
The seeking, the wandering, the arrival
The creation, the beginning, the end
The destruction of all made things
and the coming again
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