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AWAKE
The shadow of a hand
A presence now sensed drawing near.
Yet, without any fear the head turns
And the eyes gaze as the touch moves ever near
Kindness radiates and gentleness surrounds
A warmth surges
The heart flutters like a small excited sparrow,
Until the hand of love touches,
And eyes meet those eyes...
An unearthly fire floods within
From the blazing eyes on the brilliant face set off
By majestic white flowing hair,
And a voice rushes within saying-
"Awake my beloved, in whom I delight!"
REDEEMER
Becoming lower; becoming less
A worm, not a man
Dried up
Blown by indifferent winds
Poured out like a simple cup
Treated as a casual memory cast into the sea
The endless expanse of the dust of yesterday.
Redeemer, become sin for me
Tasting death for me
Doing what no other could
Doing what no other would do for me.
Crown of my soul; crown of my being
Highest Priest, King above kings
All poured out for me.
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