The house of our being
Sits on a solid a foundation
It's not mortar and bricks
It's the Love of God
That inhabits our being
It's not the hands of Man
That formed our existence
It's the grace of God
That gave us the breath of life
It's not out of uncertainty
That we were born
It's out of hope
That we exist
It's the tabernacle of our being
That houses the divine presence
The everlasting life
It's not out of mercy
It's out of Love
That our lives are spared
It's not magic
It's the fountain of life
That is full of grace
It's not out of weakness
That we bow down
It's out of humility
It's not defeat that we prepare for
It's the victory of the spirit
That paves the path of Light
The foundation of our being
Stand erect amidst storms
Not moved by the ticking hands of time
The foundation of our being is a pillar of hope
A path of faith and an ocean of Love
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