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Come together

Join as one,

Vast cloud of chosen ones, foreknown

Whitest Spirit white, a parade across the sky

Triumphant flock that moves peacefully through the heavens

Lifted mercifully from this common earth

Separated at last from death and destruction.

True shalom rules the few, the earth remnant,

Confidence settles from above-

In famine, food in abundance;

In driest desert, streams of fresh water,

Even near wide and shallow pools of human filth and violence.

Yet, clean, unspotted garments and minds,

Souls always renewed, thoughts refreshed

Faces steadfast as flint

Fearless in the face of any darkness

Hope anchored, heads lifted high,

Salvation draws very near

On this good day of trust,

This Day of the Lord!