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In the God-breathed
Scrolls to hold
In my hand
That Belong
In my artfully crafted heart
Day-to-day
To pray study extend
Transform in mind
By the renewing of
As we read what was
Written by those
Heaven-inspired hands
To land
A collection of
Poetry parable prose
Accounts of a land and
The ones thoseWho came face to face with
Walked with Thee orForm the line that runs long
Back to a perfect garden thereof
Evidently listing the twisting of
Branches
That belong in Your family tree
Right down to me
Where I stand reading words copied
Scribed that come alive as I findTime to ask what You are saying
In the word Your word that will survive
So many things into everlasting
I breathe
Air belongs in me
But it reminds me and
Should continually
It is Your breath of fresh air
That upholds me enlivens me
Revives me like revivals that
Touch and move a city
That belong to everybody
Whether 3 33 or one hundred and three we
Benefit from the blasting refining
Life-defining swirling yearning
That a church can hardly contain
When Heaven comes in
Just as the winds found in the trees
That belong to birds and blossoms
Flying and floating beside and all
Around me as a beauty
That belongs to every century
Seen by the strong and the weary
The soldier sailor sonnet-writer
Sailor cake-maker all have been consoled
That belong to Your creation song
Not a day lived has gone unknown
Even the ones that feel best forgotten
The moments we need the only One
To come beside so close 'till the battle
That belongs to You feels less Cumbersome
We remember what it meansTo run to hide in the cleft of the rock
High about out of sight at least until
Dinner time to retrieve some sense of
Peace that comes that says things that
In the canon of our hearts
Beautifully belong
Placed right in Front Of the cooling calming One In the space the time of Where You had me written With Your hand placed upon RMRelated Subjects
Poetry