Effortlessly,
Love flows from God to man, Like a bird Who rivers the air Without moving her wings. Thus we move in His world One in body and soul, Though outwardly separate in form. As the Source strikes the note, Humanity sings - The Holy Spirit is our harpist, And all the strings Which are touched in Love Must sound
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