The dews adorn every sign of vegetation
That glimpse of sunlight births the morn of all creation
The humid warmth of the soothing breeze brush in my face
That beyond my comprehension with fervor I run the race
In the face of the uncertainty in the morrow
However glooming the effluence of all sorrow
Through the doldrums of fear and cold realities
That beyond my deepest depths I stand through all calamities
Broken, battered and scoffed
Layed my king in majesty mocked
In the depth of his eyes my case he pleaded
That beyond my cross his crown he traded
How else can I the sacrifice savour
Of all to die, for me, did he, my savior
Than exploit the core of victory attained
That beyond my state he had all vanquished
Oh! How we needless be
To thread a path so birth by thee
In all my ceaseless toils
So lavished of all the endless spoils
To live less than he affords
Will be a second death it accords
That the core of my survival in the morrow
Neither sterns from the past I conquered so narrow
But in the abundance of life he brews
I can face the now, the then and the morrow because he lives
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