Nancy of Assyria

Gazelle

The Painting was of thee
Fragments of color blending thy tribe
Light prisms etching thy devout spirit

Purity nestling in thy little corner
Thy pilgrimages through lives
Untainted by our reason and our doubts
A pilgrimage towards no earthbound wall

With thy fingers
Tiling Christ
Fulfilled incessant temple of devotion
Fragments of color blending thy tribe
Light prisms etching thy devout spirit

Holy Spirit lyrics sung by thee
Ancient manuscripts translating destinies underneath the fire of thy candles
Where thy feet walk
I pray
Where thy eyes gaze
I hope

Thy salvation never trembling
Rosary beads surrender to thee
Succorer of souls Kissing sainthood into our hearts

With these hands clasped in observance
I dwell in thy deep breaths
Promulgating my observance
Sacrament tears drowning this heretic soul
Hunting purgatory
Avowing to thy incessant delivering of my soul

Where thy feet walk
I pray
Where thy eyes gaze
I hope

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