Yard Sale
Yard Sale
Time to gather up
Old items and dirty cups
Clothes with only use as rags
Place them unto a bag
Don't forget the ones of stain
As we seek to be on the threshing floor of grain
There is one to come purchase it all
My prayer is that one accepts His call
No need to worry of putting up signs of the sale
It's all been paid for once received will live the tale
Of how the One who knew your every need
Brought forth the bread of heaven to feed
To cast out all the things this world did instill
As the living water begins to flush out and fill
Storing up new treasures not bought in this earth
Which is found through the heavenly mother birth
In this poem to tell of the true sale
Of the One who removes weeds to provide a new trail
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