Our finest day was
Our darkest hour
We knew little
Of our hidden power
To unite with conviction
In all that we’ve done
A power as vital as the son who
Taught us to give and live as one
We know this now
We see it as true
It flows in our veins
It propels what we do
It is goodness that guides us
And encourage it we must
For in doing so shall all
Our hope we entrust to
A future of bountiful
Spiritual Love
Out of ashes and smoke
Comes the flight of the dove
