Poetry

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Hero(ine)

I know where you got your strength:
from the hardships you go through.
The same place where you got your breath
to do what you could do.
Even your walk across the room
is an inspiration,
like a dance to the tune
of the Lord’s Salvation.

The rhythm of your spoken word
is the beat of His heart.
It’s to your voice that I’ve heard,
and sing like a lark.

Goodness is measured by the Father,
shown in infinite meter.
It is exemplified in no other
than in His Son’s features.

Silent heart and quiet mouth,
the marks of your disposition.
Discernment that’s wise and devout,
and derides carnal intuition.
You seem like someone whom I know
with your unearthly presence.
I turn to a higher court, all to show,
your source is of higher essence.

I know where He got His strength,
by the hardships He went through.
The same place where He got His breath
and did what He could do.
Even His walk in His life
is an inspiration,
like a dance of sacrifice
for the Lord’s Salvation.

The rhythm of the living Word,
is the beat of the Father’s heart.
It’s to His voice that I’ve heard,
and fly like a lark.

© 2-10-09

"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren."--Romans 8:28-29

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