| The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
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| I take in this spectrum of wonder of unlovely things can be balanced
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| And yet the shadow me with despair (Rom. 18:19−22)
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| But it washes away when You come out
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| I see just how beautiful You are when You come out (Psalm 90:17; Song. 6:4)
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| The night seems disappear in You (Rev. 21:23)
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| I study the surface of this visage You’ve given
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| It speaks nothing of the things hidden
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| Buried beneath what needs improving lies an outcast unworthy of touching (2 Cor.
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| How could something so utterly unspeakable be found in this
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| The ugliness of the horror of Your cross (Heb. 12:2)
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| It washes away when You come out |