the Jesus in you
tends the
lambs
lifts his hands, great
I am
with his robe, wipes my
feet
rides the colt, mops the
street
with his hair as he's
dragged
up the hill where he's
tagged
sent to hell
to rise again, fly
away
sing amen, he
lives today
in you
posted by kanadians in korea @ 7:09 AM
2 Comments:
i want to make this into a song, but without losing any of the wonder and depth present in your words, em!! :) with love and respect, your sis
Sheer talent!
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