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Sometimes while we lie sleeping

Our gentle God waits weeping

For holiness shines through the saddest eyes

And those whose richest treasure

Is dreaming's smallest measure

Humility shines through the saddest eyes

And when promises unspoken

Are the ones the hardest broken

Her honesty shines through the saddest eyes

But what sadness takes away

The eyes of strangers may repay

With hamanity as big as bright blue skies