Stoicheia
Holy is the wind
Breath that blows
A feeling from Him
Carries all He knows
Holy is the rain
The world it bathes
Soothing our pain
Passions it tames
Holy is the ground
Where we stand firm
There our bodies bound
Buried all we learned
Holy is the flame
Our spirit burns
Lighting our way
Following His word
Holy is love
Us will it save
From high above
Our fate His grace
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