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129. Thou Art Slowly Rising On the Horizon of My Mind

O Father, I pray that my storm-tossed soul may find the silver lining of Thy presence behind the clouds of my indifference, and the moon of Thy hope may gleam in my heart. Thou art slowly rising on the horizon of my mind; mists of ignorance are clearing with the coming of the moonbeams of Thy love. O Father of light, my shipwrecked soul rejoicingly beholds Thy shores of bliss.

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