Beauty doth capture mine heart to soar On great gentle wings sent to my door To teach perfect lessons from a pure life That might not have been without His strife Thy grace hath poored from thy tender wings On an unworthy soldier who heeds a dream To follow the Master and take up His cross Down treacherous roads that lead to loss Through old lives left and new lives begun Our hearts are renewed by His perfect Son Who leads us to Eternal Love By the grace of the Holy Dove
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