In the Consciousness of Love

The way was dreary where I walked,The waters turbulent and deepThat I must cross, and many timesI turned my head aside to weep.

Now in the consciousness of LoveI rest and find a peace most dear,And roses bloom beside my road.I find the waters parted here.

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