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Rain For The Origin

To a Quaker and then Life as a burning Christian This simple man on catapult Echoing catastrophe And circuiting calls- Three years of solid altar Fit for a day to remember I rodded you to ninth DE The Godhead saw And polished driving rain In Christ’s true presence A victim days few And in Earth relieve- An extra day to extinguish The fog and flames of anxiety And solid amber to our day Especially in our car- Who begged the esteem But a distance to the partial Our electric in parity For the Ford and expectant to be No recreant or madness be It is a special year to see the star And then we seek a world Like this miracle Everyone as one- Even there, Thereafter.