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Transformation

Under the sunset's golden ray,
Yonder mountain, green and gray,
Transforms to a delicate purple hue,
Then, subtly fading out of view,
Blends with the tranquil sky of night.

After the Maker's wondrous plan,
The sinful sordid soul of man,
Through Christ, is filled with holy love,
Cleansed white as snow, then mounts above
To find itself at one with God.

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