Coram deo by Richard Oats
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Coram deo
a sound, no, a voice. hesitant, there is no voice for me.
a voice calling, yes, I hear, and my heart responds, betraying my feet.
behind the sound, beyond the voice, wait, be silent. His eye
for me, toward me, light flows out, not in. capturing me;
ah, behind the eye, adjusting to the light, His face.
for me, toward me, capturing me; grace in a smile.
the sound of beating, behind His face, His heart. the voice first heard His love is complete.
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