The Last Vestige
THE LAST VESTIGE
the sky is covered with clothes of
mourning
in sinful array
everything lies contrasting
His
forgiving nature
fortitude remains as
He prepares for His
second coming
knowing without a doubt
that our war
is won
with our personal autonomy
we practise our petitions
awaiting the
restitution of His will
in time for the
last vestige
© Kim van Breda—October 2014
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