The perfect light arises from the shadows realm below.
The hidden world so far away, where thoughts unspoken go.
Where dreams are real and time stands still if only you believe.
In visions that test reality; things fools and children see.
Upon the all inclusive prayers of those who trust in love.
Rise words that speak of hope and peace, up to God above.
Across the great expanding sky a silent voice has spoken.
Bestowing ancient promises and crowns upon the chosen.
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