Glassy Glade II

Description

The transience of time goes marching on

Before your eyes the miracle has gone

Hold deep within your heart the moments past

And t’ward the future deftly raise your mast

We know not what lies there beyond the sea

But in your soul a soft light guideth thee

Care not for storms which split the foamy crest

For in the peace of Christ you’ll find your rest.

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