Perception

Not just falling short

A little here and there

There’s failure along the line

Close to everywhere

Name a field of endeavor

That is thriving, wholly true

A myth is growing over

Choking the way through

Light is waxing soft

Let your heart faint, not

Press on towards the mark

Your soul as yet bought

For it was not a bargain

Gift, that is true

Enter Christ’s glory

Rest beyond the blue