Through the unfinished step goes
with time as we walk in repose.
Blindly his son has observed us through the blue and glowing days
blessed through His paternal rays.
Though, close still the blinds we pull,
through His breath rite of baptism waters cool.
Flourish rapture strings by two
closely weave who sees through.
Angels come down from heaven clad
in wisps of sun and full moon maketh glad.
Immersed in stain glass tile,
folded wings, and flawless smile.
Hark to his wisdom, his arms around
bares to all the garden ground.
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