Sometimes to express the heart the propositional genres fall too flat and narrow. In those times poetry is the language of the heart unveiled.
After Despair’s storm,
Quiet emptiness, a purged countryside.
Then, slowly, surely, forming and filling,
Heaven’s kiss.
Love awakened
Intimacy renewed
Purpose realized
Glory unveiled
Wounds healed
Brokenness made whole
God revealed face to face.
After Despair’s storm,
Quiet emptiness, a purged countryside.
Then, slowly, surely, forming and filling,
Heaven’s kiss.
Love awakened
Intimacy renewed
Purpose realized
Glory unveiled
Wounds healed
Brokenness made whole
God revealed face to face.
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