Can it be that the sound of my voice won
Over nature's very being, the hoist
Of sails bend to the breeze of a fair wind
Blown out of Heaven's pearly gates, a din
So loud that it causes earthquakes on earth,
Yet you can not, hear my trumpet call, durst
Not believe in the sound of my footfalls,
And would rather go over waterfalls
Than to accept the charge I offer thee?
So do all men afraid of victory.
Listen, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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