But You Have To Refuse Me,
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but you have to refuse me,
as life in God refused us,
His holy Face was never shown,
life hid Him and tortured, tortured,
Until it has not become open
removing our souls back,
His Immaculate Light, white,
bold as in childhood long ago.
But once I suddenly saw Him
through all the veils of alien power
He entered, as in Eucharist,
He became - me, and I belong to Him now!
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