When love comes
Post a prayer
O how she sweeps all
The worn
The curse
The fall...
When love comes like a grace
Post a prayer
As a complete rest
O how she robs away all...
O how she widens the coop...
With her light of a beauteous morn...
And
Kind her eyes on pigeons
Stay
Hopping on empty where lay...
And her eyes catch the children smiling to park so young...
When love comes
Like that
Love becomes a helping hand
Stretched to the extreme...
Drenched only by His golden beam...
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