What is this power I kneel before?
Broken and in awe,
I am alone,
Before your throne.
What am I becoming?
Towards what am I running?
As the words take hold,
Fulfilling prophecy foretold.
The wings penetrate the skin,
To lift me to a place beyond sin,
As together we rise,
To a glorious prize!
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The wings penetrate the skin, To lift me to a place beyond sin, As together we rise, To a glorious prize! ...power in your heart and in your brain. and love gives you more power...... thank u for this poem of hope. tony