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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 Christβs 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.