Just I a Sweet Bending Flower of Sorts-
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The doors of the harvest are open;
Gathering the crops of our hearts;
The living waters nourishing are ever distant parts;
We see abundantly the newness starts;
I am a reoccurring flower;
And I am budding a loaf;
For I am grown and created by the Father;
All my sweet bending art;
just I a sweet bending flower of sorts-
6/21/21
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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