The ONES WORD
In the small of my ego, turn I
To the ONE with no equal, hope I
Whose words are forever,
But these limbs are never.
In the small of my fear, turn I
To the ONE whose peace is pure
Whose WORD defied the squall
Thus my ramparts no longer.
The strength of limbs is vapid fancy
For the strength of dirt is squalor
But the WORD spoken is forever
As the eagle soars, so I
For the WORD speaks strength and power
Dirt when bankrupt,
The WORD's love is steadfast
For the ONE seeks the broken and hopeless
Now see the eagle
Now see the swallow
Now see the sparrow
Now see me…
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