
One of two. dies first the lucky one
The other dwells alone for love has gone
From tender arms her lover has been tirn
Yet from their love a spirit new is born
Emptiness is filled with painful grace.
God’s spirit holds the lost in her embrace
One of two. dies first the lucky one
The other dwells alone for love has gone
From tender arms her lover has been tirn
Yet from their love a spirit new is born
Emptiness is filled with painful grace.
God’s spirit holds the lost in her embrace