This life beyond the cross
It is not strength to strength
Rather,
By the Power of the resurrection
We die.
As he becomes more
We become less
It is weakness to weakness,
The closer we get
The more glorious he is known
The more exposed is our shame
And in our disgrace
In Our humility
In the face of unveiled face to face
We reflect
The Glory that is his
And the glory is not ours
But his and his alone.
And we have found our home.
Yes You,
Who have set your hearts on pilgrimage
Who go from strength to strength,
Your journey is to become a door keeper
A servant to his glory
Now let all who stand before me
Give him praise.
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