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The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning

 I take in this spectrum of wonder

 Of how unlovely things can be balanced

 And yet shadow me with despair

 But it washes away when You

 Come out

 I see just how beautiful You are when You

 Come out

 The night seems disappear in You

 I study the surface of this visage You've given

 It speaks nothing of the things hidden

 Buried beneath what needs improving

 Lies an outcast unworthy of touching

 But it washes away when You

 How could something so utterly unspeakable

 Be found in this

 The ugliness of the horror of Your cross

 It washes away when You