The earth will grow all that is led,
Beneath the surface seeds are fed.
It's depth of time is unforseen but felt,
By those who bring pure offerings.
We pray with hope of touching
The song you sing.
We see the passion that fires
The kindling hearth.
We feel your heart from the flames
Given so freely at birth.
Now's the time to find the sign,
Woven with desire,
Fueling the flames
Of the one who holds the fire.
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