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The day has flung her golden gates
To call the outcast home
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In Your presence, all my guilt is gone
All my shame dissolved, and doubts relieved;
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There is no light with sweeter glow
Nor greeting better than hello
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God of Light, dear helper of the weak—
None have seen Your face and lived to speak
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You could have made me wise and strong,
Well able to achieve,
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I would be a dancer, but my feet
Refuse to hold the drum's elusive beat
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I've set a paper boat a-sail
To float the choppy sea
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The land is filled with growing things
And I am awed and still
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Patience is a virtue wrought
Through suffering.
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The 10 commandments are a grassy field
And heaven from the distant bound'ry shines
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My future is untold—
A carven box of wood and gold,
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I know that in Your perfect eyes
No shadowing of darkness hides
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Transient as railroad flowers
Brief as brine upon the sea—
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If one day I found an ivy'd gate
Lost in leaves, unknown to everyone,
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Poor governor I've proved thus far to be!
My soul has shown that it should not be free
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How lovely is the mercy of the Lord!
It is a gift I never could afford—
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My heart's a thirsty riverbed
Awaiting summer rain
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Beside the candle'd tablecloths, upon the shining floor
Her fingers resting in their place, the moment waited for;
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I am a solitary girl, I have no valentine
No one to flower me with gifts, no symphonies of wine
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A devil pulled her by the hand, and she forgot–
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Quietly You speak my name
As I walk the cheerless streets
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I can hear Jericho's shout,
The walls that crumbled with Israel's doubt
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The yellow leaves are loose again,
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The fountain I had sought so long,
The melody of love's first song
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I need to turn my back to all I know
And make my way again to Sinai
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It wasn't just the way He said my name
When voiceless stares had thrust me from the crowd
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You touch me like the thunder
Before the torrents fall
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In September, milkweed down
Glows soft in silken white
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My Lord, You are an unlocked door
With handle never tried
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The dove of Noah came again to us
And brought the hope of life within her beak
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When You touch me with the Truth
I forget how old I am
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The world, so vain and lovely, entices with a smile
It lures and pursues me, and then with clever guile
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I hoped no one would notice
My pillow-hugging ways
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