In a season we all halt to taste
life’s pleasures amid the waste,
but we'll share a secret my friend,
and upon it another life may depend.
The secret crosses in creations veins
it will wash a friends wanton pains;
Taking shape in careful prayer and
changing shapes, but He remains.
A moment taken from behind the fold
a light spread darkness and rolled
which, for the fabric of an eternity,
HE doth Himself contrive and behold.
We speak of advocacy, not vain pursuit
of this and other endeavors to dispute;
And prayers and actions to grow a vine,
so our friend may taste life’s sweet wine.
Heaven nulls the vision of despair
and advocacy will set a soul on fire,
casting out darkness for we ourselves,
and for our friend, it too shall expire.
Now this secret gained, will it be repaid
and not with gold, nor a favor to trade
but your action and prayer, great and small
joining hands along the floor and by the wall.
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