Extract of longer poem

[David Grieve]

The following is an updated part of a much longer poem titled Our Father Who Slants. The context will show why I have written in sort of AVish.

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Thou who from highest Heaven came,

Creator born a creature,

Blessed Virgin‘s holy Son

of Overshad’wing Spirit,

we praise and magnify Thy name,

now and then, forever,

Who reignest one with Father, Spirit,

One God, world without limit.