Oh be graced with love of another!
Be it friend or foe
bow down your head before a brother
And be strong to sow
Be it not slow,
Be it not low
Lift up your head and receive your gift
They are yours to take!
Passed in the tide, caught in the sift
For you to partake
Be it not slow,
Be it not low
See the small smile within those you see
Passing it is t'know
But passed untouched is cannot be free
Taken, held in row
Be it not slow
Be it not low
-A
