Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Miracles

If you could see what I see
Then promptly would your tongue
Remove its thorns and quickly
A honeyed flower become

If you could think what I think
The fortress of your heart
Would tumble down and then ink
The Master’s gentle art

I see the blessings coming
The miracles restored
If you can hear the humming
Then follow ye our Lord!

He blesses the offenders—
He shows pure charity
To recognize pretenders
He gives us clarity

So let us serve the traitors
With God’s imparted power
The Spirit will be greater
Than any gentile hour

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