In my life had come a morn,
By which morn new light appeared.
Ignored was all I had picked up,
What by me had been held dear.
Nighttime, awake I stay, paying attention
To hear Who is He, craves affection...
By the pollen of mind daubed,
To me the One Who went on calling.
In hope of Him only, both day and night,
Missing goes time after time.
A sea of pain, shoreless it hies;
Ultimately was His mercy.
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It introduces His gracious life sublime.
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