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The voice
Your chord astounds with wing-like heav'nly reach as sounds of kissing leaves in breezy climes where beauty dwells and creatures’ eyes beseech to rest their lids inside the silver times. You pour your golden music notes in bowls so men should drink and overcome their fears: the drying tongues with wilting mummy souls by never-ending thirst or salt from tears. But you’ll arrive and make them no disgrace, and they’ll remove the thorny crowns of sins to call upon the hand in heav'nly grace without the seeds of hate below their grins. Thus your serene and rosy saintly light shall soften sin and save the saints’ delight.
Lesedi Nkhobo
Your music amazes with a heavenly reach like the sound of leaves touching in the breeze where beauty lives and creatures long to close their eyes in peaceful times. You pour your beautiful music into bowls so people can drink and overcome their fears: their dry mouths and tired souls from endless thirst or tears. But you will come and make them honorable, and they will take off the crowns of sins to call upon the divine hand displaying no hatred in their smiles. Thus your calm and gentle holy light will soften sin and preserve the saints' joy.