He is the Poet who became the Poem,
Sprinkling Hope where er'r He roamed,
Taking the Pen of Life, we penned His Death.
And now the Song He came to hail,
We sing through the Valley's lightened veil.
1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.
Sprinkling Hope where er'r He roamed,
Taking the Pen of Life, we penned His Death.
And now the Song He came to hail,
We sing through the Valley's lightened veil.
1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.
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