Why should age alone bestow one’s worth?
Shall newer tongues not also bear His name?
For in these days, the Spirit floods the earth,
And visions rise, igniting sacred flame.
May their swift song be heard in every land,
In hallowed halls, in streets and trembling shires;
As streams of hope roll forth across the sand,
Let youth’s bright cry ignite celestial fires.
Not bound by years nor worn by past debates,
They bear fresh light where ancient walls confine;
Their voices swing wide heaven’s guarded gates,
And dance with joy beneath the sacred sign.
So heed their call, let every heart unite,
No longer hush the torch they hold on high;
For in their zeal the church finds shining light,
And heaven’s dawn reflects in every eye.
WoPoLi 
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