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just suppose;
a bit far fetched
Tumble weed on traverse spence
he came to me amidst a breeze
he sought me when I was down on my knees
he loved me unconditionally
nestled through the leaves
time well spent in thought
the tide comes in it also rises
further into the quantum pulse
the memory sullen with velvet leaves
the price he had to pay for all our yesterdays
chosen from off the vine
crafted in by his great design
he seeks us early he sought us when we were down
through every valley and stream
Satan would buffet
the trials would come
but by his word we are free
caress the silver embrace the gold
as waiting heart to implode
onto a different episode
lay up your silver forfeit your gold
lines to be drawn in the sand
the embrace tender of her hand
lavender dew fresh on the morning sod
togetherness
a tender ear to reflect
Jesus we must confess
we shall meet at the love fest
in God we trust
although nails in his hand
we shall understand
the masters ultimate plan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem