Where God Is Moored
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In all the world we travel,
There’s a force that we call faith;
A currency that’s carried
In the wallet of our soul.
It buys for us our freedom,
Gives us power we may choose,
To love as much
As each heart might allow.
We are givers born of light,
Our holiness is love.
There is no magic strong enough
For us to be denied.
Our truth is in our certainty,
Our trust is in our Lord.
Our ship is tightly tethered to
Each heart where God is moored.
Copyright © Vernon Witmer | Year Posted 2020
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