All abounding
John Clare Stokes
The first lift
Of chalice wet
Broken and bereft
Grace abounding gift
The second mile
Of dusty dry
Hearts draw nigh
Grace abounding now
The night watch
Of empty tombs
Flames in upper rooms
Grace abounding comes
The ascending yearn
Into glorious clouds
Soon thunders loud
Grace abounding returns
Kiss the Son
Repentance given still
Comes graves chill
Grace abounding comes
Bones alive now run
Price Creek Cemetery
The three in one
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