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A Chariot of Wind and Fire

When I am in isolation Amidst the woods I am not alone. I think of the caves And canyons and rivers That Elijah sat in, Just him and God, Talking back and forth. What kind of friendship did they form In those desolate hours That made God sweep him Off the face of the Earth In a chariot of wind and fire.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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