The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning I take in this spectrum of wonder of unlovely things can be balanced, and yet the shadow me with despair (Rom. 18:19-22) But it washes away when You come out I see just how beautiful You are when You come out (Psalm 90:17 ; Song. 6:4) The night seems disappear in You (Rev. 21:23) I study the surface of this visage You've given It speaks nothing of the things hidden Buried beneath what needs improving lies an outcast unworthy of touching (2 Cor. 3:18) How could something so utterly unspeakable be found in this The ugliness of the horror of Your cross (Heb. 12:2) It washes away when You come out