The Spangle Maker - The Blooming of the Rose lyrics

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The Spangle Maker - The Blooming of the Rose lyrics

There is a man, a stranger here Another race, another sort A different faith, a foreign world And yet I feel I know his heart No pen can capture what he is No fortune equal to his worth For nothing but the hand of God Can tether angels to the earth And his pa**ions are my own— And our burdens will be lighter if we help each other carry them There is someone else like me— I can't touch him but I look at him and feel the world is good again I never knew another place My haven is a field of war But kindness flows from gentle hearts And peace may be provided for They say there is a book of life I'm free to write each future page I cannot change the planet's turn I'll turn its motion into change From the smoky, shattered ground Ever-shifting like the desert, as oppressive as an airless tomb Clears a vision of my life As the mother of his children, as the matron of a happy home I see a garden in the waste Although I never claimed to be a seer Each moment brings a blessed chance For strength to rend the shroud of fear For flowers to grow amid the thorns For God is working, even here There is more to life than love— But the purest love is steady as the universe from age to age There is more to love than life— And earth's troubled beauty is as much a threshold as it is a cage