I've seen the face of God in western skies
When sunlight utters farewell to the day.
It's clearer still in children's cheerful eyes
When they engage in their creative play.
I see the face of God as flowers grow,
Their petals spreading in resplendent bloom.
And all the more whene'er two lovers know
That they are destined to be bride and groom.
And then I see the tears of a wounded soul,
Despaired of hope, she cannot persevere,
And the pain inside her cannot be consoled.
A soul like hers is one I most revere,
For in due time she'll rise up from her fall,
And I'll see the face of God there most of all.
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