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Distorted Perfection

A fire dances on the ground,
The darkened forest makes no sound,
The sky is pricked with pins of light,
And the lake reflects them to my sight.
***
The water moves with a calm grace.
As I glance down and glimpse my face,
I try to look past the distorted reflection,
I wonder if I'm able to gain perfection.
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This forest world is shadow filled, 
The darkness breaks what'er I build. 
Light and truth are seldom found, 
In a forest with no wholesome sound. 
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Upon this earth is nothing worthy, 
Of any form of transcendent glory, 
But from the twilight I lift my eyes, 
And perceive the stars upon the skies...
***
I see light and truth reflected clear,
And I to heaven now draw near! 
The darkened shadows of the earth, 
Are small when next to the stars rich mirth. 
***
The fire here echos the fire in my heart, 
The heaven above is but a small part,
Of the beauty and glory of our loving King,
And is only reflecting the light He brings.
***
This world of shadows and darkness and sin,
Is only a distortion of the great light within,
Lake and fire and forest and star,


Are simply God's tools to prove who we are. 
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