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In a small and gilded frame
A painting with no artist's name
Bright visage of the One I love
With angels circling high above

Glory's window on the wall
I cannot look through it at all
Yet peering deeper in, I see
Brief glimpses of His love for me

His red and blue embroidered robe
And halo crested round with gold
These royal garments cannot hide
His meek and humble heart inside

Before His loving, knowing eyes
From sorrow's ash my hope does rise
Kind image made of paint and wood
Reminds my heart to seek His good

A picturе for my soul's appeal
A pale reflеction of the real
Still brings sweet comfort to this place
Until I see Him face to face