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The Masters Face
Sitting in solitude
The movie screen within
The darkness suddenly turns to light
The showtime to begin.
What will the screen project for me
As I meditate this morn?
What vistas will it show me?
What light will it adorn?
Perhaps this morning
Unveiled by your grace
The inner sun reveals
Your sweet and loving face.
The movie screen within
The darkness suddenly turns to light
The showtime to begin.
What will the screen project for me
As I meditate this morn?
What vistas will it show me?
What light will it adorn?
Perhaps this morning
Unveiled by your grace
The inner sun reveals
Your sweet and loving face.
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