O love of God who created the real world, How cast the value which costs struggles to be bold; O love of things possessed by man without a trace, How cast the new lessons consumed without a Grace. O fountain of youth which bears wicked and weakness, How worthy of stuffs ate by ego’s eagerness; O fountain of middle aged which strives for the best, How worthy of things yield within a greater test. O mighty sense of grave incidence of nowhere, How fear fought against the barriers of ev’rywhere; O mighty c ontact of conscience within our dyes, How fear jugded us with mistakes through the people’s eyes. O bless the bleed who needs to breathe empowerment, How courage finds a way to manage improvement; O bless the immune to heal the functional within; How courage entrusts with the real spirit came in.
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