Your Temple Poem by Randy McClave
Your Temple
It is quite simple
Your body is your temple,
It is where your soul resides
And also where pain hides.
It is your home
It is your protective dome,
What God had designed
To which the soul is assigned.
It was created by the Lord
As Henry had created the Ford,
And though the body is indeed sainted
Sometimes, it needs to be repaired and painted.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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