Divine Soul
Like a pair of loving birds, looking for a nest.
We put ourselves in his hands and let God do the rest.
Divinity upon us, where we are humble and secure..
Repentant sinners and believers, we are free of fear.
Sweet is the savory spirit, full of love galore.
Gone is the flesh and the shadow of death.
Our souls now free to soar.
Copyright © Wayne Underwood | Year Posted 2017
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