Beautiful - Disciple

The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning

I take in this spectrum of wonder of unlovely things can be balanced

And yet the shadow me with despair (Rom. 18:19−22)

But it washes away when You come out

I see just how beautiful You are when You come out (Psalm 90:17; Song. 6:4)

The night seems disappear in You (Rev. 21:23)

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 (2 Cor.

How could something so utterly unspeakable be found in this

The ugliness of the horror of Your cross (Heb. 12:2)

It washes away when You come out