Being Filled
My father's words
An israelte feeds
Not as in the desert
No what is it to the color of coriander seed
A true bread from heavenly seed
For man shall not live by bread alone
Ushering in a new covenant
Law's I write in their hearts and mind
Sin I will rememeber no more
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2010
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