- Lingering
fingers of fog
- Drift
across the wooded dell
- In
places as yet unaware
- Of
Sunshine's warming spell.
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- Lord,
rise within my inner sky
- To
melt away the bane
- Of
doubt and fear, of faithlessness
- Where
I must give you reign.
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- Reveal my smallest guilty space--
- Expose it to your gaze--
- Until you find no spot
- When I shall end my days.
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