Piercing Shadow


Closer than my own shadow
Is God's presence to my soul;
For He is the essence of my fellow
And the Source of it's flickering glow.

How can God who can't be seen
Give light to all who can not see?
T'is found in the shadow of His Grace,
Piercing the darkness of our race.

For from the Crimson Cross sublime
Shines Love's purest form divine,
Casting a shadow of eternal grace
Beneath it's rugged timber for our race.

Rest, Rest then, Oh weary soul!
Under Calvary's crushed panicle which cast,
A fragrant shadow for hearts bowed low,
The day the Rose of Sharon was pierced fast.

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