The Eternal Gaze
God’s vision burns, no fleeting ember,
No tethered steps through time’s dismember.
He cradles whole the final form,
A sculpted end through chaos’ storm.
No tethered steps through time’s dismember.
He cradles whole the final form,
A sculpted end through chaos’ storm.
His attributes, like rivers bright,
Cascade as stars in endless night—
Each facet gleams, a prism’s fire,
Reflecting Him, His vast desire.
Cascade as stars in endless night—
Each facet gleams, a prism’s fire,
Reflecting Him, His vast desire.
In crafting souls, His joy takes wing,
A symphony the heavens sing.
The image blooms, a radiant bloom,
Unveiled in light, no trace of gloom.
A symphony the heavens sing.
The image blooms, a radiant bloom,
Unveiled in light, no trace of gloom.
We, with eyes of clay and mist,
Clutch at shadows, moments kissed.
Our sight, a flicker, frail and thin,
Cannot entwine the whole within.
Clutch at shadows, moments kissed.
Our sight, a flicker, frail and thin,
Cannot entwine the whole within.
Yet His word, a molten stream,
Ignites the heart, a waking dream.
Its mystery weaves through veils of awe,
A cryptic rune, a sacred law.
Ignites the heart, a waking dream.
Its mystery weaves through veils of awe,
A cryptic rune, a sacred law.
No mortal mind can chart its course,
Or tame its wild, unyielding force.
Still, in its cadence, we are led—
To glimpse the image where He treads.
Or tame its wild, unyielding force.
Still, in its cadence, we are led—
To glimpse the image where He treads.
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