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Encounter

Somewhere there is my burning bush Where I may come Barefooted as I have always been Over the rocks of Canterbury, And there before your fire stand Face to face I, the image of you man You, the blueprint I am scaled from We two poles of sympathies, Like gulfs beckoning Jesus to walk where differences dare. I pray that because of Jesus I, like the self-ignited bush, Shall not be ash blown into the air.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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