Angelic hearts fly forth to this parasite,
growling among the wicked is a faith.
Open the eyes to God, rehearsing the fall of sin.
Protecting those we love by our
dedication to the holy spirit,
our skins wilt away like yesterday’s temptations.
Daylight breaks on the sunset canvas,
I will bow before the master.
Liquidifying myself for his crafter’s hands,
I know I will become stronger.
Watch for the sky to open her hands to us,
listen for the true voice of God.
Now in the darkness is our to turn and pray,
giving all to Him.
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©2008 Mike Sawyer
