It leaps inside me
This unknown longing.
Patiently waiting for Him to come.
Flipping and flopping
Never ceasing never stopping.
Just waiting to hear the trumpets sound.
And there He will come
Fighting gloriously for me.
In His blood-stained robes a lamb's pure white.
And inside me it leaps, sensing freedom nearby.
Inside me it flops, wanting to get closer.
And flesh and spirit battle.
Clashing swords
Clashing sides
Yet the Word has a double-edged
And nothing rivals it.
And finally,
Soul and Savior are reunited
Once-again.
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...My attempt at poetry. Written in the middle of the night. Inspired by the Lord. Review and vote if you think i have potential ;)
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