We live in what we deem
Sunlight bright
But it’s just the glare of night
We do not see clearly at all
We peer as through a veil
A glass of deepest hue
There is a certain kind of light
We perceive beyond the night
Faces close as can be pressed
For but a glimpse
A drawing near to
the figure of one blessed
Who dwells within the light
Of His own eternal glory.
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