To Nebadonia
Oh, look, You sweet Mother,
Your spheres of rain drops,
how wondrously they glitter in the Sun!
Look at my roses, how delighted they!
The Sun? The Mirror of the Master Play:
Receive my Love, Christ Michael, all the way!

FREEDOMsRAY ignited
Oh, look, You sweet Mother,
Your spheres of rain drops,
how wondrously they glitter in the Sun!
Look at my roses, how delighted they!
The Sun? The Mirror of the Master Play:
Receive my Love, Christ Michael, all the way!