Move - Poem by Lonnie Choate
As foul and fair a day not seen.
Bewitched or betwixt one cannot glean.
Foot soldier ready lay down everything
Awaiting command, his sheppard's voice ring
Embark without question, to duty now all
Light casts the True station on everyone's brawl
Step out of deception toward sanity's call
Forego own perception, for His reckoned install
The peace world knows not of, one power unscarred
Partial to none, rains on all, choice is poured
The still voice of grace, all His sheep, safely guard
So sweet the new footsteps, those prone Him move toward.
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