January 15, 2011

Promises

Make your shadow like night
With a desperation to throw away our own plans
Silent idols without roots
Traded for insight

A hope fixed on the unseen at the outset
Out strategize with the will that holds perfection
Wisdom out plans and reaches further than the stars
Out working and carving away chips of distraction to shape purity
Out loved by no record of wrongs
An unexpected passionate outbreak overtakes hearts in its path

Tie the ends of faith together
Not by what we hear or see
Using seasons to run alongside time


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