A poem by Eliza Wilson
There is a light that shines upon the light,
There is a day no night could ever hide,
There is a sea to which all rivers run,
There is a Father waiting for His son.
There is a dream for which all dreams athirst,
There is a last that is before the first,
There is a song where silence holds its breath,
There is a life above all life and death.
There is a heart that every heart calls home,
There is an all that knows, yet is unknown,
There is a One for which the many ache,
There is an eye forever wide awake.
There is a Love that kindles love in all,
There is a tear for which all tears fall,
There is a timeless core where time can hide,
There is a Bridegroom waiting for His bride.
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