27.10,2024
I stand upon the threshold without fear, Knowing now that you are ever near, And as I peer through an illumined glass I watch the benighted ages slowly pass
And glimpse the coming of the dawn of light Breaking fully on the inward sight, And visons never known before that come Into my view, the spirit's rightful home.
Take my hand, O Lord, and lead me on, All resistance and reluctance gone, Only you among the billions here, The wonderful, the Mother and the Seer.
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