Renewed

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Softly glowing in the shadowed marsh

In this landscape so cold and harsh

A promise of hope yet unseen

A soul awaits old and unclean

Waiting to be washed anew

Knowing that nothing can undo

All the pain and desperation here

Feeling that the clouds will never clear

Walking closer to the gleaming light

Feeling the warmth it gives in the night

Reaching out an accepting hand

The light it sprang forth across the land

It filled the soul and made it new

And then the light's warmth grew and grew

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