Through a glass
it seems –
I seek clarity
of those innermost
If truth lies
on the hem of
waiting to divulge
and alight on my
then I pray
for peace so
Morning comes on judgement day,
Cool breeze crisp in gentle sway.
Have I success in eternal rise?
Or fearful fall into earthly guise.
When the sun shall set this night,
It’s with my God dear hearts unite.
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