The Longing Soul
In the intense cold, the bud appears
In the winter storm, the musical notes danceIn the intense cold, the bud appears
In the painful affliction, the soul is sanctified.
The Soul dazzling like snow
By grace, the soul floats gracefully as a snow flake,
sparkling in the air. Shining forth her beauty in the light,
softening senses where she goes,
gently melts into the ocean of mercy.
Peacefully content in the presence of the Holy Ghost.
I hear the voice crystal clear like a choir of angels,
Their splendour of light illumine.
I see the distant narrow road welcoming,
that eases the longing soul.
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