The Son.
The Light
The Signs
It shines ever brighter
Greater than me
The great I am
I am who I Am.
Great and Mighty
The Son
The Light
The Signs
Really shines
All agree, darkness is exposed in it secret place, flat on it face falls.
The Son the bright Morning star.
I greet you, Peace be still.
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