Called by the sheen of tears on your face
To hold you firm and carry you far
From night-shadows behind and the shallow smile
Of yesterday’s hope betrayed. One
To bring us, broken, into the arms of a King
To bury that face of loss, and sobbing cry
On the heart of the name we no longer deny.
Crimson-cloaked and crowned to follow -
Eyes shining, rising
With the True Light now of our every tomorrow.
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