A Poem by Micah Paul Gaylor

The veil is torn, now enter in;
A glory undiscovered waits.


For hearts that yearn and eyes that turn,
A special power dispensates.

No enemy, no death or sin
Can overshadow or undo,

When darkness overwhelmed by light,
His sonrise paints the world anew.

And deserts of criterion
Form seashores for His holy waves

Of transformation for His Bride
As we behold Him Face to Face.