A Quarter Century Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Your love has no ending, it begins with eyes that are caught in love.

Within your heart is flowing unsurmountable acts of emotions that flow without borders.

Searching the mind of willingness you bestow hands of understanding that will turn into sweet rest for the soul.

We follow your footsteps that lead to paradise; the glow of your aurora explodes into words of encampments that floods our spirits.

Looking to the hills from whence cometh your help your hinds feet captures the excellence of truth.

While we wait for the earth to sound its trumpet from heaven you help crucify the flesh with sound doctrine.

Forbidden to exhale with the masses your life is an exploratory witness for brokenness to withhold.

The rock of your foundation is instilled into your foundation of faith that overcomes hardships with peace be still.

Hearing the kingdom of righteousness you propelled your life to the cross of execution personified.

Holy is the sound that comes from heaven when you bow down to His crown of life.

Your love bleeds with actions that are uncharted on the course of the Lambs' blood that covers.

Forty years of holiness that you have engraved your soul for commitment of other souls.

A quarter century of peace displayed in humility; a quarter century of love uncensored; a quarter century your life has sat on a hill beaming brightly that cannot be hid!

Written by Theodore Mosley
November 29,2021