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ON THE WINGS OF DOVES
We will rise on the wings of doves,
like eagles rise to the hunt.
As a mist rising in the morning to meet the warming sun, we
will rise as a cloud to meet our Eternal Joy!
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Dress in your finest suit, put on your finest dress.
Wear your jewels and scent your hair.
Dress as when the old man takes a young bride, or when
your only son is wed to an only daughter.
Celebrate, Celebrate!
For the wedding feast is at hand!
Old men, lift up your tired eyes,
Sore from looking for your salvation.
Old women, streighten your back,
bent from the long burden.
Young men,
do not join those who soil themselves with this world.
Young women,
save the flower of your youth, and let your hair grow long!
Celebrate, for the young will not grow old!
The Old will not watch their children's children
destroyed by the enemy!
This travail has ended!
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IT
IS
DONE!
CELEBRATE, CELEBRATE!
THIS GENERATION SHALL SEE THE COMING OF THE LORD!
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