Blessed
August 5, 2018
Green fields and brown bricks
Outside the power of rocks and sticks
An asylum of creativity in a war zone depravity
Blessed was I to be freed from captivity
A gift from the king,
He, His son and Spirit watched over me
Carefully, meticulously, intensely crafted me
Calling me, and calling thee, to take part in his glory.
His master plan, unimaginably infallible
His word undeniably living, piercing, life inducing
Each day, on display are his wonderful works of mercy
Let us marvel at he, who in all his infinite glory loves each and every one of us.
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