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  • Cathy7
    • poetry

    There is coming a day, when the harvest shall be gathered in the springtime,

    In the winter,in the summer and the fall, a forever feast and celebration,

    A resurrection of the garden, the body, the tree of life, instead of flaming swords

    Angel's welcoming arms, like wings, widely spread, As the Sun of righteousness rises

    And those that stand as stones, will find healing in His wings, a never-ending morning

    Ushered in by darkness, a cross, a cry, of a finished work, love buried behind a boulder

    Bursting forth, unleashed, unfettered, unstoppable...

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