Before the clouds consumed the sun,
Which disappeared from view,I got one last glimpse of its light
As it came peeking through.
There, with that last glimpse of its gold
And its reflected hue,
I saw an image of myself
As I reflected You.
As the perfection of the sun
Was marred by water’s face,
So is my reflection of You
A poor glimpse of Your grace,
Yet that water flashed with a light
My heart longed to embrace,
And I pray I might reflect You
Even with that small trace.
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