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Secular world you have fallen.
Expectations of your glory and pleasure have fallen.

Yet of Him, He has surpassed all expectations.
We hold to Him.
More glory than one might assume.
More glory than one could explain.

Secular world you have displayed your splendor with zeal and fight.
Expressions in various venues and languages.
You present your saga with vigor and noise.
Wishing to capture all.
Your proclamation is a false trumpet.

God, sacredly concealing His beauty and glory.
Only reveals in consecrated time,
and all the glory contained in Him is more than we can contain inside.
Yet, His Spirit resides.
Ever fascinating and enrapturing us.
Destroying the world’s beauty, and we willingly and hastily leave its failure behind.
To commune with Him.

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