It is simple. When our complain is gone, our pain, our corruption; when our inability no longer inhabit us; when we can see clearly out of this glass broken and darkly. The sun will light seven times brighter, with no space without joy, without happiness. No longer shadows, nor manmade caves of will to hide, all abiding full, forever. Nakedness no longer be the space for shame, our vests will be His estrange righteousness
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