The cock in the coop has crowed
The cuckoo in the grove
has sung,
O my soul, soon shun the sleep
The Nature’s morn bells have rung.
To holy hymns of worship inviting!
Day after day of precious
life
Your mind bathed in the mundane,
It’s the moment to rise to sublime
In His glorious presence to deign.
The little lamp of your faith lighting!
Receive the soothing strength free
In your vessel He wills to pour,
Blessing your soul with wings
In His limitless domain to soar.
All your human mistakes righting!
Xavier Bage
Sun, March 18, 2018
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