The Lords Mist
My Lord continue to shower apon me
Strengthen the roots of thy words
As a vine reaching up to the heavens
A Cross of lattice has fastened thy Blossoms
Perennial as the earths sustenance
In thy Glorious Sun
I am Whole once more
Delighted in thy essence of a breeze
Humbled Anew
As the Branch cannot bear fruit by itself
I Shall Abide & Drink in the Well of Your Love........
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