Where
Where the gentle breezes of love do not blow
Only noxious, earth-rooted weeds will grow.
Where the glorious rays of hope are not found
Only sadness, despair and dejection abound,
Where there is no vision, there is no faith
The world is a dreary and lonesome place.
We read
Clear are the words we read,
Come follow, follow me
Grand us the faith, the vision
Help us dear Lord to see
That through the whisperings
Of thei voice,
By acts of daily humble choice
We may become like thee.
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