Poetry

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Fingers, remember your strength,
grasping His truth’s sword.
Lungs, breathe the Spirit’s breath,
have the heart of the Lord.
Feet, feel the stance of peace,
your war is not with God.
Head, ponder your salvation;
the Lord has given His nod.
Breast, beat with His righteousness;
His work covers your heart.
The law of sin has been addressed;
through Jesus, grace imparts.

Remember your place in the Lord,
through what He has given.
He has become your Reward,
sent by the Father from heaven.

What He requires, He provides,
for we are naught but dust.
His presence is our Abide;
we’re made gold from rust.

© 1-20-09

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