The Veil - Ardent

And On The Hill Outside The City, People Are Gathering.

These I feel, But All I See Is Thirty Feet Of Linen Toweing.

Stillness Takes Me.

The Earth Trembling.

Unveiled;

His Glory — The Holy of Holies !!

We Could Not Stand In The Weight Of His Presence;

We Became The Temple.

«Destroy This Place, I Will Rebuild It In Three Days!»

We Became The Temple.

Now We See In A Mirror Dimly Lit, A Thousand Generations Of Broken Men.

What Breadth Of Grace, What Heights Of Peace — A Price Too High Lofty For The

Least Of These.

No Guilt In Life, No Fear In Death.

All Creation Awaits Its Final Breath.

For He Has Prepared For Us A Home Where We Will Shed Our Dirty Clothes.

We Will Be Caught Up In The Son.

Soon We Will Be Made One!