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Refuge From a Shinning Star

It was the thing I could not see,
Which till late I never knew--
For the truth resided distantly
And beyond my frail view.
But ah, the truth, both near and far,
I was ill-prepared to see--
That this refuge from a sinning star
Was never long to be.
How familiar are the worlds away,
As the floodlights softly fade--
The home where I will lastly stay...
The reason I was made!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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