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The Godhead

 
I sing, before the Lord, Most High;
The Fatherís heart and palms, a-flame,
a coat of colors, hair, of whiteó
I sing, before the Lord, Most High.
Doves a-wing, their flight, is nigh,
The Book of Life, now bears my name;
I sing, before the Lord, Most High,
The Fatherís heart and palms, a-flame.

I sing, before the Fatherís Son,
a victor in a three-daysí grave;
the rider on the horse, has won,
I sing, before the Fatherís Son.
In fields of blooms, my heart, heís won
to Him, Iím wed; my hand, I gave.
I sing, before the Fatherís Son,
a victor in a three-daysí grave.


I sing before the Spirit, God,
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost;
Heís guarded places, I have trod,
I sing before the Spirit, God.
He watched me plant a mustard pod,
and cast my soul, upon the host;
I sing before the Spirit, God,
the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
MadameLavender
Written by MadameLavender
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Written for Silly Sibyl's "Triolet" comp
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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