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When I’m feeling small and frail,
I think about the Holy Grail.
It makes me grateful instead of sad,
To know that I’m not Sir Galahad.
Now there’s a guy who had it rough,
He could never say he’d had enough.
He was forever riding on the trail,
And tracking down the Holy Grail.
He knew right from the very start,
That he must remain pure of heart.
Though temptation drew him to her side,
To his quest he must abide.
And once the cup was in his hand,
It still didn’t work out as he’d planned.
What ultimate gift did it afford?
To choose his death was his reward.
Joseph of Arimethea called out to him,
And told Sir Galahad to not be grim.
Said that Heaven was in the air,
And that a band of angels would fly him there.
So after Galahad was taken up,
They lost all track of the Holy Cup.
Where it landed is a mystery,
Lost in the pages of history.
So please remain pure of heart,
In case you’re called to play your part.
That’s the way that you’ll prevail,
In your quest for the Holy Grail.
Reflect for a while upon that quest,
And decide which grail will be the best.
The struggle to obtain it is a two edged sword.
As sacrifice is your one reward.
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--Submitted by lanet on 2011-08-14.
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