The Chronos, the Symph and the Leaf


A habitual search that gives little succour
The Synthronus needs dusting we concur

A cross made in timely fashion
A refrain unto dispassion

The bloom is yet a symph
And May a new leaf

And Chronos yet not passes by
And all yet no one ask why

The Source of All Creation is all Knowing
And if ye ask and yet perhaps show him

That what thy doth believe
Is not as what some would insist

But an arrested and true conviction
Bound to the Faith in the Ressurrection

Yet ye show a sign lord
I knoweth that ye arth God

And I need not another Salvation
For your word is enough my Persuasion

Indeed in thee I reign
Though Chronos passage wanes

Let not your light from me
Hear me O' Lord I still believe

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