Morning Sun Shines With Glory
Life's a mystery,
Shadows pass,
Through a darkened glass;
And people talk to me.
Oh as the morning sky beams,
A flush of light shone upon the streams,
Yielding its measure of light
Through day and night.
As the sun shone with glory
In her face,
Leaving her radiant
and full of grace.
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