Gentile Rose

December 13, 2015

Your beauty is like a-rose

That no winter shall ever settle

All that dare to appose, Your Glorious rose

Shall be nothing but a petal

The rays from heaven are Christ's great Love

And you the gentile moon

The night gains light from above

And returns as the echo of a tune

The busy archer must have true vision

For your heart of hearts is God's holy mission

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