Reflection
REFLECTION
Of praise in song - the son of Morning
Retards the light with notes he's forming
By human gaze there is no profit
Unless our God is not at home
With understanding bound in heaven
Not a note came through unleaven
The great I Am was working off it-
Sweet plans like honey from the comb
The lord of lies seems incidental;
A cavelcade that's purely mental-
An overcast which shrouds the sun
Now time has flown - forever rolls
How shines each heart with God's elation
We're kindred tongues; a single nation
Perfected family - forever souls
Now living in our Father's home
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