ROOM FOR ALL

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ROOM FOR ALL

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Faith without works is mere theory

We need hope to never grow weary

Of being followers of the Golden Rule

With lovingkindness as our only tool

We make rows and plant the seeds of peace

Chasing away the heckling crows

Who want to peck at the tender seedlings

Ruin our garden before it grows

My Garden of Peace can spread out

Joining with others that are about

With our faith in the good we stand

Until the Garden covers the land

We want a world we never had

Except in some myth or fable

When the Garden finally yields its crops

And all are invited to the table.

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