Sunday, May 16, 2010
Poem
Every substance
Every thing
All sustinence
Comes through Him.
Every creature
The smallest heard
In a day's stature
Were made by His Word.
Every person
Every race
Whatever is begun
At conception reflects His face.
Whichever virtue
Or Love that saves
It is given through
Grace; never fails to amaze
In Faith of Him
What his death has done
Will surely begin
Salvation which he has won
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