i'm rising Lord
Like the sun that
Finds a seat always
In the heart of
The sky
So are your mercies
The sky never turns
Away its frequent
Visitor
Likewise you never leave
So are your mercies
Like the sky,
So the heart
Like the sun
So my heart
One in the other
Will find a home
For always, the other
In the one, Amen.
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