JERICHO REVISITED

Father, in our secret hoursof self-distrustor mortal pride of lifeYour presence does surroundthe strongest citadelof error's earthen thralland tumbles down its wallsinto the dust.

No simulating mysterycould overwhelm the heartwith such an awe;But clarities of Mindbearing uprejoicing-clothed humilitysoftly to Your throneof everlasting might

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