In a feeling like the growth of a tide
Soft tones rose beneath
the wooden cross
And the agony of Jesus replayed in my eyes
As the crimson robed choir began a gentle sway
And their eyes closed or upward cast, they waited
For voice and spirit to join, praise sounds
like a song of life when life rises to connect
a moment of feeling to an endless journey
As faith joins the ragged seams
Of beginnings and ends Into a circle,
bound and unbroken, passed from slave to free
To claim that faith brought us thus far
And it will carry us forever through.
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