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It's up to us,to get on the bus,that to heaven's door, does go.
His loving word, guides us, tells us,what we need to know.He'll take us with our baggage,then tosses it, out the back.
We need nothing but, our,heart for Him, and nothing,will we, lack.
For His Grace, and awesome, power,are more than sufficient, for thee.And the ticket costs:but, our miserable selves,
What a deal!It might as well, be:Free!!ROCK-Salt!
Articulation, life's essence, portrayed in stanzas, that quicken images within the soulAn artist, that paints with words, on a canvas, in the reader's mindNectar poured from a pen, delicious sensation, sipped, thru the eyesand savored in the heart, enticing expressions, of beauty, or wonders untoldWhether memory, or imagination, love, or hate depicted, or ordinary things, dynamically portrayedThe poet, can touch the heart of another, and bring understanding, to a closed mindBreaking down walls, that, over time, with bricks of pain and suffering, were, fashioned, and laidProvoking thought, providing light, reviving love, buried in the pain, of one's pastThe desire, of this author, is to brighten a dark path, through, conveying, God's enlightenment,to the sinner, and the chaste.
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