The Word of God: In Mom's Desk Top Drawer
Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth
Hair be it long or short power still stays
Mite of two, widows, others measure worth
Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days
We are born to this life as possible,
and grow by the choices that we create,
right or wrong, obstacle or optimal,
I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait.
The Voice, The Voice, The Voice of Heaven, state,
Heed Me, Heed Me, a sacrifice be made,
Abraham your son, a high place you'll take,
Issac the choice, you heed my voice, spare blade,
Amongst the thicket nigh a ram has strayed,
I am, that I am, what Heaven has made.
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