A vase of petals light and bold
Is moist for Man's depravity
A torch of coral, truth be told
By one man's search for Majesty.
A noble stalk unwavering
That stands for total sovereignty
And promises the still believing
Binding pertinacity.
It drew their gaze, the dulcet dew
A flowing of the zephyr's grace
Though wrought are many, saved are few
The choice befits His righteous face.
A crimson petal carved with thought
A stream of blood for those foreknown
A doctrine over centuries fought
A flower that blooms where'er it's blown.
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