Then promptly would your tongue
Remove its thorns and quickly
A honeyed flower become
If you could think what I think
The fortress of your heart
Would tumble down and then ink
The Master’s gentle art
I see the blessings coming
The miracles restored
If you can hear the humming
Then follow ye our Lord!
He blesses the offenders—
He shows pure charity
To recognize pretenders
He gives us clarity
So let us serve the traitors
With God’s imparted power
The Spirit will be greater
Than any gentile hour
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