Impound in me a decree that carries my love over the Threshold,
Shaking the tree of life until every fruit of the spirit falls on me,
The Living fountain of purity sits with the astute rays of sunshine contouring what truly is Divine,
Conjuring tears of joy like watching a basket of newborn ducklings,
Stretching, learning to see for the first time,
Roots that exhort the truth behind the hinges of reality,
That greatly strengthens a person’s faith,
Carry on with miracles that behoove you
Until the everlasting Straights of Jesus part and mountains collapse,
The rain suffers and fear reigns,

When there is no more air for my lungs or water for my thirst,
Pursue me, Lord, harvest your Plantation of decrees,
That prompt forgiveness and remind me to mend my ways,
Envisioning inspiration to perhaps consume us all,
As Jesus’ name is the remedy and takes us beyond our dreams,
Let his Glory Master divinity’s chime and outline the prime face of Beauty
Creating every Passion to peak and every speaking tongue to widen in love
Encouraging the hour to bring us a timeless escape with endless wonders,
Capturing the essence of our Prized Devotions, to always Praise you
Amen

 


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