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Poetry of Time
---Col.3:12---
An illustration of how the "meek who will inherit the Earth", aspire to Jehovah God's divine qualities of wisdom and love, justice, and power.
if I could fly like your eagles Sisters
IF I COULD GLIDE LIKE YOUR DOVES, Brothers
YOUR VISIONS would reveal
the courage of true love
AS WE RISE WITH THE WIND YOU CREATED FOR OUR WINGS, Duet
ANGLES RIGHT WITHIN OUR HEARTS REJOICE AND SING...
OF YOUR LOVE SO DIVINE
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO THE POETRY OF TIME.
IF I COULD ROAR LIKE YOUR LIONS, [2ti.4:2]
IF I WAS GENTLE LIKE YOUR LAMBS, [Eph.2:8]
I'D STAND UPON MOUNT ZION,
SEND JUSTICE THRU THE LAND.
WHEN WE'RE SO STRONG AND GENTLE THAT WE CAN CALM THE SEA,
WE'LL STAND IN THE TEMPLE OF HIS HEAVENLY MAJESTY....
LIKE YOUR LOVE SO DIVINE,
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO THE POETRY OF TIME.
IF I HAD YOUR LIGHTNING AND THUNDER, [Rv.19:11-16]
IF I HAD YOUR GENTLE RAIN, [Rv.7:14-17
I WOULD WORK SUCH WONDERS, [Rv.20:1-3]
I'D TAME THAT HURRICANE, [Mt.24:21]
WHEN YOUR KINGDOM COMES, IN PEACE THE EARTH WILL DWELL,
THAT'S WHEN WE'LL PAINT YOUR SUNSET'S PASSION IN PASTELS!
WITH LOVE THAT'S SO DIVINE,
OUR LOVE WILL WRITE NEW RHYMES INTO YOUR POETRY OF TIME!
time tests every reason, Paces every season under heaven
It hears promises of peace and security
bicker in the winds of war and futility ,
hears your truths twisted into thorny lies
of blasphemy blinding and entwining minds,
sees castles built by calloused hands
conquered and crumbling back to sand,
it sees waves of grain gracing your fruited plain,
haunted with poverty and hunger pains,
even the blossoms of love you create,
wither into winters of broken heartaches......
--- 2Ti.3:1-5 ----
But now the rhymes for Your reason,
for uprooting weeds ruining your master plan, [Rv.11:18]
yes the sign of Your season
is your seedlings of Eden are in full bloom now in every land [Rv.7:9]
And your golden rule's shining on them
from the sun as you've decreed, [Mt.28:19-20]
like your fragrant orchids
they're proclaiming prince of peace !
So let your kingdom dawn, in peace the Earth must dwell,
we're ready to paint your sunrise glory in pastels!
Like your love so divine,
may our love write new rhymes and become your Poetry Of Time!
copyright Steve Dillon 2004
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