Ubiquitous
your equal there is none thy light out shines the sun it fades but thy golden fire's ever rushing blaze grows without measure it flows you are Glory none higher the true light lights the way the path brighter today blow on us that which inspires
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2013
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