Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium

Golden Rays touch the height of pines and the lowest tides
Spreading beyond the Sanctum of where I wish to dwell
Wherefore I may be comforted and purified

How delightful is your Profession, O’ Lord
How bountiful is thy Mercy
How great is thy Majesty

For as the birds observe thine Glory most infinite 
For which You reside among the trees and all earthly things
Evermore do I seek Your purpose for my spirit.

My soul is tainted, yet You are cleansing it
My body is fractured, yet You are renewing it
How grateful I am to fear thy Magnificence
To be brought down upon my knees
Wherefore I may rejoice and reflect upon thee

-Toxic Scribe

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