MORNING GLORY
The morning glory of infinite light
Shining on the fields of white
The fields are ready for the harvest
This will be the very largest
Bring in the crop the time is in
Fill my storehouse to the brim
With beautiful suns with colors so bright
Take them with you out of sight
Creation groans for sweet release
It wants all heaviness to cease
Misqualification they will recind
Restoration is in the wind
All things were made to rise above
All things were made of pure sweet love
Let all things complete the love
Ascending all to freedoms dove
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