Up and down and all the time:
This flux and fleeting world of woe,
So much farther - roads of hunger,
Blur colours faster - farther to go.
But, how great is it to have a hand,
To hold and touch and feel the hand,
Upon your back - bones of flesh and hearts of strength -
To allow for you to stand;
How good it is to have a fire,
A warm and zealous, raving fire,
Upon your core - the heart of strength and soul consumed -
To allow for words inspired;
How awesome is this Hand of strength,
Fire commanded, frown and fine
Calming seas and hearts and mine
Gentle now - and there and here and forever and then.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
How Good It Is To Have
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It's lame. Very lame.
Not.
As per usual, your use of words never stops flowing, they just keep coming and coming and coming along.
It makes sense this time, and it's a bit like mine, where it begins with a description or a glimpse of chaos, and then it slowly moves to the truth of grace and real redemption.
I get it, in other words.
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