24/40Lent Hymn of the OlivesIts lyrics pour scents of pure worship, accents of perfumeflowing from locksto our sole, sole keys of Praise-soul, mine, singof that NardHe went to Mt. Olivespast Kidron’s ravines, vale of aloneness, taking BCfrom AD; Vine press of CrushingI stare at, from here/ receive from here:a Cup of grape, the touch of… Continue reading