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Monday, November 7, 2011

His Radiance


Do you remember,
My friend;
That bright, realizing,
Burst of glory,
When His love,
First roused you,
From the stupors
Of life?
How you marveled,
At the table
Spread before you?
And through
That open window;
How you were bathed,
With hope and joy,
In His sweet,
Mellifluous sunlight:
To shed His radiance,
Upon your outward way?

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