From both ends the pendulum swings
When a Creator is painted by created beings.
Though now through darkened glass we see
What faith, what hope, what Love might be.
When a Creator is painted by created beings.
Though now through darkened glass we see
What faith, what hope, what Love might be.
Oh! The joys and sorrows found
When from on high the trumpets sound
And we are left with what we thought,
What was Truth and what was not.
When from on high the trumpets sound
And we are left with what we thought,
What was Truth and what was not.
And yet as Grace expands our view
We will but know it to be true
The heart, the soul, the matter is
He is ours, and we are His.
We will but know it to be true
The heart, the soul, the matter is
He is ours, and we are His.
D.C. Elliott
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