Grounded love
In earthly cloak
Swept in passion
By life's strong yoke
Surely footed
Through murky clay
Pressing forward
To meet his day.
Beyond veils of dusky clouds
He finds the truth all about.
Beyond the clanging of metal words
He hears the truth in the absurd.
This gentle dear with words of grace
Dost lull my heart with heaven's face.
Open your window and let Wesley in
And let creation's song begin.
Showing posts with label "Wesley" by Jan Spiller - written March 14th. Show all posts
Showing posts with label "Wesley" by Jan Spiller - written March 14th. Show all posts
Monday, November 10, 2008
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