Gabriel Calls
My heart belongs to providence,
as I walk that final mile
My footsteps bought and paid for,
when I clear the last denial
My faith is bold and steadfast,
a new rain begins to fall
Through the fog a horn is blowing
the gate open—Gabriel calls
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
From 'The Book Of Prayers'
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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