Gentle Rain

Rain that falls gently

Can still swell up to a flood.

Justice should be kind.

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In Spirit

Beneath the Cross, I find my home.

Yet wherever you may roam,

I hope you find the peace you need,

That you may be from mis’ry freed.

You may not share my home with me,

And find some other family.

But on the day we all return,

We’ll find we all have much to learn.

Yet if we seek, while we are here,

To love and help and lend an ear

To live with kindness openly,

Kin in Spirit we will be.

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