I look up
And see the innocence spread across your face
You lack no good thing
Though your heart is not replaced
In a perfect world
There you are,
You swim through city streets
Crossing bridges not to cross the line
Enthralled by innocence
I am of you
Enamored by hope
You are of me
Our faith is not found in these things
Only in the cross Christ shone
The heart of man
Desperately clenches its way through the shadows
Its wickedness pierces through the seams
Clean on the surface
Dirty in-between
The face of innocence
Touches the limitless view of eternity.
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The Light of Heaven 