Closing in on Perfection

November 10, 2005

Breathing out, I tremble
Breathing in, I smile
Weeping silent tears
Leaping point ever nears

We climbed until today
Today, we'll climb some more
Closer to the peak
Air is growing weak

Closing in on Perfection
Radiant beams of Light
Hearing constant echoes
Holding to the plight

Nothing ever changes
Yet, nothing is the same
Touched by all creation
Seeking Your holy name

Type: Poetry

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