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FOR THE
FAITHFUL.
Say something beautiful, that
tired minds may rest,
Gently refreshing, like a cool spring upon a dry tongue.
True words, for the lonely and the sick to feel loved,
No more of empty stomachs that swell,
Of those who cannot cry anymore.
Say something beautiful.
Give generously your thoughts
of pleasantness,
To those dying: Remind them of His love, with kisses.
Remove their fears with a flood of loveliness.
Soothe the anxious brow with hopes assured.
Speak love, before we part.
Say something beautiful.
Our Beloved saves the
faithful through affliction.
He waits patiently to receive us home,
To ecstasies of everlasting delight.
Keeping His promise to the lowly and forlorn,
He will end all pain and tears and doubt.
Our spirits shall swell with indescribable joy, forever.
28/3/87.
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