[Written for the Sentinel]


When the radiance of the morning wakens all the world to light,And the fetters forged in darkness through a long and cruel nightFall asunder, free forever, man shall rise in holy might."Thy kingdom come."

When earth's wanderers, sorrow-laden, call to creed and doctrine vain,Seeking blindly through the shadows for the place their Lord hath lain,Speaketh clear an angel message, calming grief and stilling pain."Thy kingdom come."

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