Every day, afternoon,
The priests lead a procession
From the alter to the end of the nave
To minister to the saints the Good News;
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dignity, hope, bakes.. and no one take interest needy obey and high wants praise (Prize vs praise) nice writ Buxton sir I downloaded this i will give 9/9 ok thank u
A beautiful poem about faith. Faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things unseen. A well penned poem. thanks for sharing.