The light hits my eyes In the first of the morning I take in this spectrum of wonder How unlovely things can be balanced Yet shadow me with despair
But it washes away, when You
Come in I see just how beautiful You are (When you) Come in The night seems to disappear in You
I study the surface Of this visage You've given It speaks nothing of the things hidden Buried underneath what needs improving Lies an outcast unworthy of youching
How could something So utterly unspeakable Be found in this? The ugliness in the horror of Your cross It washes away, when You