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Ah, look now and behold
beauty;
The gracious wealth of perfection.
What a blessing it truly is,
That beauty may look upon the ugly.
A fool may say, 'How ironic!
In all its perfection, beauty has no equal;
Now it must see only the ugly.'
What a great fool they are:
It is by beauty that the ugly are saved.
Now, what may it be that burns in this heart?
Surely it must be something righteous;
Surely it is something holy.
Burning is the great desire of--
Most hopefully--doing right.
Goodness! Goodness! Spring forth!
With the spirit to lead,
May this quickly be done.
Time! Time! We need more time!
There is no time.
May we soon find our answers of love,
And may our freedom come to beginning.
May we find light,
May we find love,
May we find life,
May we find peace.
Find the fruit and it will be ripe.
Take it please, so that we may live.
Then we may finally and easily
Do the justice that we desire:
Come, glorify the King of Glory!
Jared Leys
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