| Three Feeling the familiar fire; been burning a dozen years. Confirmed twice over again to stare back and face the fears. Do not run, do not back down. Persecuted, so glorify me. Calling incited, specifically invited. Alive again, unthawing by degree. Keep on walking, obey the voice of God. Quickly, gently tend the wounded I see. One day soon I'll steal across the back field to reclaim what was taken from me. Until then, hope and faith will carry and the prayers of my sisters and brothers will buoy me up like the salt water of tears until the day we can be each other's Three. PamEhli/1998 |
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