Grateful Cries

Was this truly meant to see

This beauty you've bestowed on me

I find myself looking hopelessly

Into windows of the aqueous deep

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As I sit within myself

For now, with me, there's someone else

In this way, I've never felt

A word that I dare not hastily spell

.

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The Father looks down from on high

And I look up, and to my surprise

The angels praise with grateful cries

And so do I

With you singing by my side