Unveiled

My soul was veiled since birth.
My eyes could not have known
what blinded by this earth;
the King of Glory’s throne.

Owned by the darkness’ grasp
and lured by empty crowns.
My spirit’s judgment lapse
lacked His quiet sound.

Without a quickening turn
my heart was slowly crushed.
Wherewith a spoken wave,
by grace, supplied it’s rush.

His all familiar Word
now seemingly first known,
when King Jesus undeterred,
unveiled His glory’s throne!

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