One In Spirit
God's merging of all faith and feeling,
though mind sets want to bind some healing
that mere arrangements of the dates
of satisfaction, contemplates.
But e'er no cost, nor time, can fate
the drum roll that is not sedate
when God declares his vestige rate
no lengthening, nor broadcast state.
That it will be ~ 'til his abate
and for His purpose never late.
The pieces fitting, not irate
concern for dealing to its weight.
Oh God, Thy promises still mate
as my true love and I ~ must wait!
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