As sunlight flows
Into the waiting eye;
And the breath of life
Fills the expanding lung;
So to .......
Does the fulness of God
Fill the longing soul:
As we allow,
The delight of God
To rise in our spirits;
All lesser lights
Pale before Him,
And cease to be:
For God, Himself,
Is the hearts desire,
Of all who love Him.
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