Our Strength Shall Pierce The Gloom

My fate, like charted seas, these routes display,

Where feathered song and golden bloom do meet,

Such gifts our Lord, in freedom's bounteous way,

Has granted, and these wonders still repeat.

Let no foul doubt your sacred wellspring stain,

But joy enfold you in this mortal sphere,

Your inner, with truth, renew its radiant reign,

And seek salvation, banished hateful fear.

Well, falsehood thrives, and truth lies buried low,

We crave to see salvation's gleaming grace,

The peace you earned no knaves shall overthrow,

For beauty's concord holds its shining place.

Though robbed, we rise, in colours, we bloom,

By rain-fed roots, strength shall pierce the gloom.

©Affaq

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