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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮—
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐀𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝—
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞—
𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞.
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧;
𝐎𝐧 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐰.

𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝
𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐛 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝.

𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞;
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲.
𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐞.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡;
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 𝐨’𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡;
𝐁𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

𝐖𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝
𝐁𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝;
𝐖𝐞’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝.

O, Jesus, bound in swaddling clothe
And then bound for the cross;
In grave clothes swaddled in repose–
For us your own life lost.

O thank you, Mary, for your choice
To bear God’s only Son,
For in your choice you gave a voice
To Him who was unborn.

O, Jesus, raised from your dark tomb;
For those in womb please pray
That every womb be birthing room—
Each life see light of day.

May all of us see life as one,
All linked in human chain.
When unborn’s killed, we’re all undone—
Together bear the pain.

And when we all to glory go,
May all unborn we see,
As all are saved from this world’s woe
And in Christ’s life are free.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬–
𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.

𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝’𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞
𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞;
𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐧—
𝐀 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞;
𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.
𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝;
𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬,.

𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬
𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐝’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐲
𝐈𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝–
𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭
𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞,
𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲—
𝐀 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞.

The heavenly Jerusalem
Is mother of us here–
For us who’re born in Bethlehem
With Him who holds us dear.

For us He died upon a hill
Outside the city’s walls,
And there all our sins He has killed
That plagued us since the fall.

And with Him old Jerusalem dies
To live again above
With Him in whom salvation lies,
Who is undying love.

With Him Jerusalem is raised,
New mother of us all;
Her children are now with Him saved
Who heed New Adam’s call.

His Mother, Mary, waits for us
With city’s open arms
To join her as she her Son trusts–
Bask in His winsome charms.

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝—
𝐀 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭—
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝
𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫
𝐓𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐰.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞;
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰
𝐀𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐧,
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬.
𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫,
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧
𝐀𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐦,
𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞,
𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞–𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞,
𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬;
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲–
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦.
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞;
𝐖𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧.

𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧
𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧
𝐈𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝.
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧–
𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧

𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭’𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧;
𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.
𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧
𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟐𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏, 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞
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