Is ever smarter, unconfined
By what the mind's eye thinks to see
Within its daft perception proud,
Amidst imagination's cloud
Of grey and lonely truths,
Feeble hopes, and shallow proofs.
The realm of Spirit waits across
The bridge built solid from belief,
And as we choose to walk in faith,
To seek the beauty of that place,
Our reason's fare grows small and dim
Compared with glory found therein
Beyond all logic to explain away.
The gulf between who we once were
And where we came from to get home
Grows wider every God-filled day
That we remain not of the world
We lost behind with no intent to find.
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