bringing home to you the ringing bell
that rings a tune
not unknown to you
Now as the grass grows
over the path that you once knew
and the flowers open this day
we gather around the fire
blowing our winds
with a resume to pray
Job, had it all and he took the greatest fall
why ask for the poison
if your not committed
to the immunity of hell
Or otherwise, it may creep up the wall
like the vine on the pole
covering your dreams
broken once more
So open up those wings, you soul
learn how to fly
for the grace is not a gift
it has to be earned, after all.
~ J.C.O. ~
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