There is a place of stoic repose.
A place where all is very quiet.
A way of being is created by GOD.
The place of a rock would come to mind.
Caught between the hollow and the clay.
The rock will rest, waiting for a solemn day.
We look and only see and old stone.
Yet, the rock of GOD, sings it's own song.
1999 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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