Fratres Clawing my way up Calvary Broken nails and thorns in hand Hearing hymns break forth around me I hear men who understand Together we will weep Together we will fight Individual pains run deep Our shared burdens light Atop the mount we hope to find A savior meek and mild A man with voice deep and kind He calls all His precious child Our brother, down he falls We have found our cross Together our salvation calls We are not but dross Dust to dust we go We fight we rage we sing We are brothers because we know Of deaths deathless sting Women come and women pass Nurture what they will A hard truth ignored in mass What they don’t nurture they will kill Give me a man, a brother strong Over a woman day or night The brother will sing a song While the woman puts to flight Reverently we break the bread We drink deeply of the wine Brothers stand until the end And then sleep for all of time
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. May God be with them, and their dear friend.