The prophecies of memories
When we first saw you coming
Turning looking back through centuries
Catching glimpses of your fires
And now to suddenly arrive
At the core of all suffering
And love's overcoming all
The obstacles still shocks our senses
We still don't understand
How to grasp a god
This most intimate thing
Taking your body down
Washing and wrapping it
Hardly the weight of a child
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