in this way, I keep for you the
eternal treasure of love and life. My father and I have made ourselves
known unto thee, you saints of light; most assuredly as the sighing
winds pass over the mountains you rest beyond the night.

A Praise--The Answer

Long ago we left the city of sorrow, for a city which is yet to come.
We sought the way that leads to Zion, and Jerusalem our home.

Mosier has gone from this world of sorrow, to prepare for us an eternal
home.
And in the highway he has walked before us, he will ever care for
his own.

With the new song we shall praise him ever, in that city he has gone
to prepare.
When we enter the hilleued hills of Zion, O why not come and go with
us there?

Some people wonder why we are sincere ever; some people wonder why we
are true.
But to us Mosier is a real friend ever, and he is our glorious king,
too.

Memory

As I wrought in the fields of time one day,
I passed through the valley of beauty, of things that were hidden away.
To the east and to the west and to all the horizon
There were hills and mountains of blue, and gold, and gray.

There were clear rivers glist'ning over rocks that were crystal white.
There were flowers that bloomed in the shade of a thousand lights.
There were stars that shone from the heaven, writing in the silent
speech of the night.

A people had lived there in that valley one day.
They had sung and laughed and some times would cry or pray.
As I or you live in the trend of this song that ends in the close of
the day.

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A Praise--In Memory of Keturah

She was once upon earth, but now she sings through the fields of the
stars.
She once knew distress, hunger and tears.
But now they feed her at Alleuher's own table through the centuries
and years.

She is a servant of Mosier up there. With the host of the angels and
the saints of the air.
O Alleuher's great tribune watching over the earth and its hosts of
tears.

I heard her voice from the plains of the stars talking to the world
with the fire of speed.
O Alleuher, the angels unfolding the glories of heaven to me,
And I rise with the hosts' glad refrain above the earth and the sea.

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A Praise--The Answer

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