Running laps in the shadow of the sun
Visible light was only a reflection
But the Real Light was made clear
Faith is a used word
The letters strung together to form sounds in sequence
They fall flat when faced with the relevant glory of the underlying meaning
His infinite, unearned favor rips through the sediment that the ages employed to bury the record of His truth
Ruthless trust in this old story is childish in the eyes of the world’s wisest
I am His child
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