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From the blue eyed baby
by Adam Haage All alone and slingstoned His Holy fire serging, lifting me higher as though as if I were winged Remembering my feet and to breathe i'm instead in His stead Fearless swells of swallowing rage skillfully playing it's just a game and now the hunter, the starving hunter, steps right and I must eye to eye, such masterly moments frame forever in time and remove this stain Prophecy Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |