How often have I lived
With my back towards the sun,
Marvelling at my self,
Cemented in the shadows
If only I would turn
To find illumination
For the path
Set forth by our Creator
You change not,
Like phases of the moon,
Which orchestrates
The times and seasons
May the brilliance of Your glory
Be not eclipsed by me;
Help me bow down,
Your radiance see
As I reflect upon
Your holy majesty
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August 24, 2017
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