Fading of sunshine explodes in a glory,
splits fragments of orange,
to robe the high peaks in imperial purple.
Above and below shout the shards of bright sunlight from heaven,
declining from sight yet proclaiming the victory won, ever winning,
no darkness can counter,
though the interim threatens to drown all our hopes
in the fear of abandonment.
He will return, righteous, reigning, resplendent.
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