Further than the edge of the universe.
The things we see,
We believe are real.
But the unseen,
Are they not more real?
Your hands,
They raise up kingdoms,
And transform servants into kings.
Your faith, your love,
Unseen,
Yet one's heart sees them ever more clearly
Than the earth beneath our feet.
I believe, I believe,
That your plans are bigger than mine,
That all I have in my little hands,
Are just fragments of a beautiful puzzle.
One day, you will open my eyes,
And the truth which I seek,
Will be unveiled,
By your eternal grace.
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