Classic poem of the day
O Southland! O Southland!
Have you not heard the call,
The trumpet blown, the word made known
To the nations, one and all?
The watchword, the hope-word,
Salvation's present plan?
A gospel new, for all—for you:
Man shall be saved by man.
O Southland! O Southland!
Do you not hear today
The mighty beat of onward feet,
And know you not their way?
'Tis forward, 'tis upward,
On to the fair white arch
Of......
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Ebony-hued and painstakingly woven,
The braid of a goddess, bears strands of those chosen,
To hold close and cherish a thousand times over,
Providing the space to be partner and lover.
Strand laid upon strand, as fate’s process continues,
An intimate dance between parties now ensues,
In hopes that some lasting redemptive pursuit,
May in fact curry favor, thus bearing fair fruit,
To restore to each strand of this glorious braid,
A feeling of w...
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