Out of The Shadows poem
Come quickly now, I see the light
Let it devour evil's might
The graces that our works unfold
Have found a way to break the mold
Our God has shook his mighty hand
To shake the boasters from our land
To set to right, the wrongs of old
And claim our share of wealth untold
We all have angels on our side
To light and guard, rule and guide
No time to whine over the bad blows
It's time to shine out of the shadows
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