Wednesday, 31 January 2018

The mastering

Berries ripe on the ground
they drop with barely a sound
Fruit ripe for the harvesting
Your heart beats waiting for the mastering
The Master doesn't withhold His healing
The Master of Love and feeling
A power mysterious to the untamed eye
yet alluring
A Love beyond all measure that is curing
That saves the sinning wayward heart
in all of us
That bleeds for the least infarction
yet resolves the deepest lust
That gives life to the ashes and dust

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