Spring 2011
Is it really true?
That the season revolve around You?
Shrouds of introspection
Seem to dim nature's reflection
Of the one who spoke the Son's perfection
As well as ocean's blue
Why do memories fade?
Like shadows hid in shade
The brightness of our frailty
Blinds my eyes from seeing glory
Beneath the days there is a story
That speaks beauty to the unafraid
Can I really stand?
Is there power in Your hands?
To keep my mind from sleeping
To stake awake from only dreaming
Of reality. There is constant healing
From the Song of God in the heart of man
I'll fix my eyes on Christ
The Perfector of my life
Whose obedience has filled with blood
Every heart that beats to the rhythm of His drum
All creation unfurls with its colors and its hums
A wedding song for a purified wife
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