Sunday, April 12, 2009


Your purposes cannot be trumped.
Your plans can only prevail.
In these shadowlands, we may feel solid,
But we are but mere vapors.
Your Word, it is eternal.
Your promises will stand.
This mirage of time will shatter,
Revealing the eternal now.
Where your name echoes from every lip,
All nations, broken, bow.
No man-erected structure remains.
Only You.
Only worship.
Only now.

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