An eternity of time That they do not see All are blind leading blind Towards further bondage and misery Mountains will move with just a simple seed But we must spread the mustard If they are to taste their need Few and very far between And I'm still sitting here While many have not yet seen My Lord so very dear So I drip my tears Like wet concrete to abound my fear Encased are my feet Then I see my need For the red letters Which then frees my keep for all the beggars Which are blessed in due time by Him who makes all well He who sits at the right Who took our three nails He is the reason for my prescence In this distant land For me to spread his essence And just to be his hands
No Denise I haven't had a chance to see all the new gizmos the forums have. I am kind of lost. Like going home to find the house totally renovated. Nan and the guys have done a wonderful job making this what is from what it was in the beginning. It is just nice to be back. Like I said, like being home. Look forward to more great poetry. Thanks "D" for the warm welcome back. We are all truly a family.
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