Faith
The pace of belief,
Just tapped
whenever,
Counsels towards
focus,
But from the heart's
rut.
Lived over the
hills,
Now in the lamb's
court,
Justice to write
home about,
And no more
upstates.
Holds firm -
ransacked,
Canon of salvation,
And pasture of the
word,
That is why God
exists...
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