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 THE  VAIL
This  Vail  that  stands  between  you  and  I,
T'was  born  of  a  million  tears  through  long  dark
Nights,  bought and  paid  for  with  a
Heavy  price,
Sweeping  me  closer,  to  death  than  life

 
It  is  my  Vail,  t'will  not  be  torn,  of
Many  sorrows  it  was  born,  it  hides
Me  from  each  sun lite  morn,  no
Other  sounds  do  I  hear,  songs  of
Many  sorrows,  he  sings  in  my  ear

 
No  longer  do  I  seek  to  escape,
The  Vail  has  become  my  hiding
Place, I  lay  in  the  shadow,  his
Blackness  has  cast,  wondering
Which  breath  shall  be  my  last,
His  icy  fingers  my  throat  does
Grasp,  the  Vail  and  I  are  one
At last.

"JESUS  IS  LORD"



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