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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Then I saw heaven opened, and behold, a white horse! The One riding on it is called Faithful and True, and He judges and makes war in righteousness. His eyes are like flames of fire, and many royal crowns are on His head. He has a name written that no one knows except Himself. Revelation 19:11-12 Seriously America S e r i o u s l y A m e r i c a, soothing l a - l a ‘s rage as I r e f l e c t in the mirror; feet on ten and two, though now we are s c o u n d r e l s u n l e s s we steer at nine and three. The sun’s on top of the sea. Drenched land holds me up. I grab the ragged b a c k b o n e of the H O M E I L O V E. My b e a t of days in the heat, waiting for protrusions, to escape. Kodachrome of freewheeling albums that caught daydreams in recollection. A new name, the Lord knows. I’ve forgotten who I was, who I’ll be. America’s carried around the bend. The Lord drops off those who pull the cord. A few stay on for the wild ride. I’m wild like a barebacked horse and F R E E, my certificate said so, but I let the r e i g n of God hold my attention, place my feet on a high rock. America is my homeland, but Christ is my Home, therefore my trust is in Him whose rainbow halo crowns above this blue planet. One day I will break free and fall into the arms of the One, with so many names, we know, except the one he keeps to Himself. He knows my name, and will give me a new name befitting my time on earth. “Known as His,” will be good enough, for I don’t need any accolades - that crown of feats will be tossed at His worthy feet.
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