Thy Word #25

My soul feels direction-less,
It cleaveth unto worldly visions.
The dust from which we are made
Seems to appeal to it.

Quicken thou these dead bones.
Me, I will breathe dust-free air. 
According to your will, and 
Thy word bring life and immortality to light.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

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