When One Beholds the Son
There was a time when none would come,
When surely none would stay,
Yet that is not the circumstance
In which I live today.
The bright has pierced the brooding clouds,
The darkness fell away;
The lines fall in a pleasant place,
And I can truly say
That joy is not a feeling nor
A thing that's lost or won.
For light is sweet, the eye is pleased
When one beholds the son.
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