so far from here in a city on a hill
the illusion holds my heart and consumes me
it is one that no one sees and so few share
I hold my breath since they don't understand --
this passion speaks another language --
I smile as if remembering distant adventures
In the promised land creation waits and longs for You to return
maybe I'm tripping over the real love of the Father
Love for what has been forgotten by the church
does anyone know your name
or see your beauty?
even though Life is lifted high
I will never forget the gates of praise
21.5.06
Brilliant!
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