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Thou, the face of more-than-man
Triumphant God-man
How shall I enter Thy courts?
My lead-laden insoles sink
in the swill of the self.

We shall step into Thy house
with fear and reverence.
The countenances of Thy sainted choruses
recall Thy grace,
shining like sylvan lakes.

The hills flatten and
the skies fall forward
the columns of the city totter
in His dazzling light.

God speaks
His everlasting song;
the Lord-master of heavenly hosts
motions —
filling our lips with praises
and fine-tuning our hearts
upon the hearing of His words.

About Pete Mladineo

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