
The head is struck
A flash, a flicker, a flame
Illumination, heat, beauty
A beat
Nothing
The heart awakens
A beat, a beginning, a being
Meaning, passion, pursuit
A beat
Nothing
Let me not squander nor misuse
This briefest breath – this second’s song
And grant that I might firmly choose
To trust, though weak, that He is Strong
And when on Jordan’s banks I spy
This moment wains and death steals nigh
Let this flicker flame and shine with might
Reflecting Him the Brilliant Light.
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September 11, 2017 at 12:11 pm
This great Ken did you write it?
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September 11, 2017 at 12:44 pm
Yes
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