In every God there is balance
and courage
In the word there is valance, sand and rage
In the sand oil and water
In the man God Son and daughter
For the word and world are one
In encouraging and receiving the Son
The light and matter made flesh
Something in the nothingness
Someone to receive the glory
of words made in to a story
And the tiers of each house
built on solid foundation
Rock the souls whole
in habitation
Yet the house shall be rebuilt
For the rock holds gold and guilt
For the sands shall shift
and withhold
the stories which should be told
to Son and daughter
To bring tears and laughter
for these days
and the years after
.
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