One Sabbath morning as the church
Grew boisterous with a joyful noise,
Two parents entered as I watched,
Led hand in hand behind a boy
Who could not see or speak or hear,
Yet led them to the rail and stood
Between the two, to worship there
The Father of the just and good.
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