Hidden things
Early morning dreams
I crave the understanding
Of the languages You speak to me
Revelation of one word
Contains volumes of this mystery
You unlock this sacred vault
I see gold sparkling at me
Faith comes in with listening
And hearing the clear voice of God
Doors I cannot penetrate
You open with a glance
What I cannot reach on tippy-toe
You give me while I rest
I will lay down and receive...
three
10 years ago
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