When sun shines upon glass
Through its surface
Light does pass.
When death is hidden
In clear view
Hidden by the moment
Before life is through.
In a breathless moment
Life does pass.
In but a second
Man breathes his last.
Time is just a pretty mask
Hiding what is so close
Within grasp.
Death is not so far away
Soon will come
A final day.
A day when the Son will shine
Upon your glass.
Through your surface
Light will pass.
Inside your heart
All will see
What of truth
Of life
Lives in thee.


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