THE KINGDOM

THERE is a place for everything; No lack or superfluity Can mar Love's pattern. Love will bring All to the fold, so tenderly.

The overwhelming floods of tears, The arid land devoid of dew, Shall vanish. Love restores the years, For Love createth all things new.

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