Heaven's Glory
Bleeding hearts do yet still pump;
Warm rich blood throughout;
Breathing lungs hold the kiss from;
As the one above from heaven God's;
His burst of wind blown blows down;
Within we are his image spiritually first;
Incase in a clay vessel we emerge on high;
To walk the skies in a place called heaven's glory;
11/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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