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Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Romans 8: Just a Fraction


Can't be done

Save in the Spirit

Works that bless a Holy God.

Strains to strive

In mortal measure

Miss the Way that Jesus trod.

Pumped in prayer

From last night's waiting

Waiting for the Season's Word

Cleared the slate

Of pointless fretting

That the One Voice might be heard.

Heard, and then

The surge of power

Fresh with Throne Room's vital force

Makes the day

And heals the heartache

All the Spirit's work, of course.

In such power

The Great Commission

And the ethic of our Christ

Heals the wan

And saves the sorrowful

Freely, without coin or price.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013
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