When our hearts sing
See how they burst forth
with song
from within, we illuminate
Withhold-we can't anymore
this brea(d)th of beauty
A truth of love
And as these shut-eyes
see beyond the material
our up-turned faces shine
with the light of Your glory
Your pleasure and ours,
shared, precious, ignite.
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W0w! More poetry!
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