Fresh strawberry moments
Dangle from the tree of circumstance
Ripe and flushed with joy, I chew
My uncallused feet stepped gingerly
Onto a broken world
Enticed into a gentle garden
My Lover began to teach me to walk
So I could follow Him
Lovingly, I ran.
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Sin has lost its tangy luster
And death's knife has grown dull
The flickering candles burn ever stronger
And my fingers are in training for war
The Enemy is frightened and outraged
Freedom is spreading, our victory sure.
my secret poetry stash
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