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by: Karen
Lizotte
Within
the crimson walls it lay,
The blood
of life that gives this day
And thousands
more to those who love,
And cherish
life, as God above
Gives
strength for it to stay.
As brothers
keep their words of gold,
This godly
gift does then unfold,
To fill
each soul with warmest grace,
To see
the sunshine on each face
And never
turn them cold.
This gift
bestowed upon us all
Will triumph
through our every fall,
And cease
the murder of the land,
With,
in its place, and outstretched hand,
To lead
us brave and tall.