Piety


The pious ones
say their prayers
real slow

They stand low
and they sing
not proud

The Lord doth
beam His lights
on such

Their hearts are
open to
His touch

The pious ones
stand in mys-
tery

Their hymnsongs
whisper in
His breeze

Our Christ-God
sees thoughts through
dark glass

His faith doth
ascend through one
high pass.

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