Friday, October 21, 2011

The Promised Land

Nose to the ground,
forced to face feelings
I'd rather not.
Pressure cooker smokin',
left stripped naked at
the cross, no where to look
but up.  Earth has nothing to
offer that will remain, touching
heaven through worship,
standing alone face to face,
dying to self, preparing the way,
last days, all His roads lead to worship,
survival of the fittest!

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