Psalm-89 (Original) Poem by Walterrean Salley

Psalm-89 (Original)



The hammer of God's divine will
Pounds, pounds, and pounds still,
Breaking to pieces
A stubborn boulder
Until the crude rock becomes dust
That scatters at his mild breath.

And to his delight,
A precious stone
Both, new and lovely,
And refined, is unveiled.

Monday, October 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: broken,god,spiritual
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