Blessed Air Abounding
Blessed air from ancient islands abounding
down from heaven with trumpets sounding
music of the cherubims swirling throughout
as the voice of the angels speak forth and sprout
speaking from pure thoughts with silver tongues
playing with the winds on silent drums
sending sky-built currents into sacred spaces
reserved for gallant saints in consecrated places
high priests assembling for the earthly mission
aligning with the climes in rhythmic precision
taking wings to settle down in stony hearts
residing in peace as the discordance departs
filling up the spaces that hostility once owned
that the dark knight once sat upon the throne
pure air penetrating the lungs and thoughts
oxygen for the hungry heart and tender spots
abounding in the air that we breathe and digest
to purify our hearts from our supplications request
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