Abide with us, oh precious child of God,
Within our vast, triumphant hall of glass,
Hung from heaven, draped, like blackest night,
The sacred veil that nothing can surpass,
Tarry not within the devil’s view,
But turn to us and know the touch of peace,
The melting of the struggle to prevail,
The succour that ensures all sorrows cease,
Find the shining spark that calls so clear,
The pulchritude that lights the astral plane,
The Holy Ghost, untrammeled and untouched,
The sacred sword that rings as sin is slain,
With this weapon livening your hand,
Hack away perdition’s foul embrace,
The sick, ignoble galleries of hell,
The vilely forming vistas of disgrace,
Aye, reach up and up and don’t look back,
Spy aloft the cherubim on high,
Heralding your place within their fold,
“Abide with us”, they whisper, as we die.
Adam Daniel, 05.06.16
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