
You were unskilled, wasteful metal
Then his quiver came, nurturing
and sharpening you,
from within.
Now, you are
in his golden bow.
You have become a sharpshooting
silver arrow in God’s golden bow.
You were the drowsy-wine in worry,
de trop of the festivals of the naivetes
Now, you’ve become the passion
inside the golden goblets of Kings
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The soul is a tender bird. The heart is a brute lion. My home is Christ, My purpose is to redefine the soul of the nations. My language is love. On pilgrim paths, spilling oceans grace on dry places, until hidden seeds germinate, honoring the Ancient One — most&more.
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