Fields of Grace
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Fields of Grace
David J Walker
A gift of God
The shadows shroud
And cloud
The arrant thoughts
Aloud
And not allowed
Alone on shore
Abandoned in
A metaphor
Abandoned in
An awkward wind
Enticement to
Come home again
Come home
Triumphant prodigal son
And wash the feet
Of everyone
That everyone
May be allowed
Gracious royal robes
endowed
Fields of Grace
His Face
Endowed
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2024
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