but you have to refuse me,
as life in God refused us,
His holy Face was never shown,
life hid Him and tortured, tortured,
Until it has not become open
removing our souls back,
His Immaculate Light, white,
bold as in childhood long ago.
But once I suddenly saw Him
through all the veils of alien power
He entered, as in Eucharist,
He became - me, and I belong to Him now!
may need a re-edit on this one. you would say Life Hid him, and tortured
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life hided Him and tortured, tortured, may need a grammar check re edit here change it to life hid him hided is not a word