3 acessos
His eyes, make pictures when they close
He follows, pure breezes where they blow
The earth and ocean seem to sleep
In one another's arms and dream
He does not fear this haunted keep
But swims the shimmery boundless stream
Shadow catcher
His hands, turn shadows into gold
Three wonders, the spirit wind unfolds
Shapes that haunt thought's wilderness
These are the world's rejected guests
Glass darkly shades the final rest
Still He will surely past this test
Here the wind will sigh and weep
And all the world is drowned in sleep
Yet His eyes do watch and keep
And the Spirit guides his feet, shadow
He prays, the Lamb of God descends
He seeks, a kingdom without end
Comes the hour of his distress
When temptations do oppress
But each sin he does confess
Embracing now his Unseen Guest