I will whisper quietly to those who seek reflection.
Looking through your mirror, I will hear you call my name.
Through a stained- glass window, you will see the sun shines brightly.
No more shattered dreams or broken arrows since I came.
I will walk the darkened streets and through my own selection,
destitutes and poor ones,oh, how many should I claim!
Here I stand, a beggar and with outstretched hands before me,
I am he, the prince of peace, who takes with me, your pain.
Come, let's fly the highest plane, and look to me, your captain.
I will travel with you, only I choose where we land.
When you see the runway, and your turn your face towards me,
I will guide you safely,as you learn to understand.
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