One Seven Four
I Woke up this morning, my church was on my mind.
Wakened with a sense of awe as I looked through my tired eyes.
Nature’s canopy was arching toward the heavens, singing of a glorious name,
I saw the patterns of waves and swirls appearing on the open skies.
I heard the loud roaring sound of waters crashing like big ocean waves.
The waters moving with such amazing force parted to a walkway made of stones.
I walked on these stones that try men’s hearts to find a way to the large silver doors.
Opened, refined, purifying doors leading me to a love for which I long.
The earth is glowing golden hues and biding me to come on through.
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Originally Published: Oct 4, 2016 @ 06:07
