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Band of the Chosen Few
There is a band of chosen few Who stand alone and comfort you And when they find the fairest one They know that it is everyone Who ever stood upon a stone And cried to heaven Please lead me home. So here I am before you all And here I stay to comfort all Who come my way and stir the pot Of righteous love and Holy thought Of usual strife and Common fare To lay the step upon the stair That leads to light And leads to truth And says to you I am the one Of the Band of the chosen few. I represent me and I represent you For one is all And All is You.
Nancy Tate, 2002
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