Archive - 2010 - Word Live

Could it be me
who would let you down,
who would live
in the house of your name,
the shape of your desire,
without the heart of your spirit,  read more »

Because I believe,
you are my bread.
You are my food,
my diet of heaven.

You are the manna in my mornings,
the fleeting flakes
that feed me with your life,  read more »

Our father, my father,
I come into your house
like a pauper to a palace
and you receive me with
open doors, open arms,
open heart.
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