Fluidity of stillness, embedded in my frame
Slowly as my closet gets shrouded in fame
I know of the glory in the biggest name
Which blossomed from the cenotaph of the walking lame
And Christ paid in full for my erstwhile sins
He doused my tears in Joy's hopeful seas
Where greater love my soul's eye sees
My trust's without borders; a life like of coral reefs
I forever will trust in my Lord
For He'll let not rust for my sword
Gory to glory, I'm saved by pain and word
Free to flee from sin's wicked ward
#empireofbards
Ara 'deinde
July 2015
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