Of This New Day Part II

Of this new day, what shall be made As iron strikes ‘cross fields of white To tear in flesh for hope soon laid In faith for life’s eternal light?

Oh cry my heart that time will yield If I but persevere this day With love now sown into this field As red dawn skies retreat to grey

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