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 © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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