Where the Spirit of the Lord is
There is freedom
Stop
Do not rush past
Do not raise the banner
Ask first
Freedom — from what?
Not less than back then
More
So much more
That the former
Does not even glimmer beside it
Like a candle at noon
No one blames the candle
It carried the night
What remains
Needs no comparison
It remains
From glory to glory
A shine that does not fade
On a face
That hides no more
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