Living True
Was it not a mortal facethat launched a thousand ships
in that hazy glorious place
our fallen heroes now sleep
Was it not a mortal hand
that stayed the fury of the beast
though how we may never understand
as we look back into the days of mist
Was it not a mortal shout
that set the walls tumbling down
as Kings march sacked in rout
when our dusty feet came to town
Was it not a mortal voice
that hushed the raging waves
dying with the applause of buoys
our battered love He gently saves
This is a story of you and I
living our lives without a lie
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