The calm lake stems from springs so deep
A man who loves with depth can’t sleep
And no eye saw that darkly ground
Deceitful means can seem profound
Oh, my love, What have we done?
Like Golden thread our life is spun
The bonds we make to quell our fear
Will spring forth life and make this clear:
A Man
Who wills
The Good
In Truth
Must give
all that
he’s worth
In works
Of love.
He bears
The sweetest fruit
The sweet
Oh, my love, What have we done?
Your hair is grey and mine, a bun.
In searching for that hidden spring
Round quiet lake we’d freely sing:
A Man
Who wills
The Good
In Truth
Must give
all that
he’s worth
In works
Of love.
He bears
The sweetest fruit
The sweet
The calm lake stems from springs so deep
A man who lies with death can’t speak
Reflecting on his life he sees
The pure of heart will live eternally.
Oh, my love, What have we done?
Like Golden thread our life is spun
The darkness in our hearts will heal
And through our faith He will reveal
These works
Of Love
Have sown
In us
With roots
So green
So strong
So deep
They’ve reached
The hidden spring
And beared us fruit
The sweetest fruit
The sweet
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