The Promise, the Manna, the Bread

September 23, 2016

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Once, there were thoughts of being filled – before finding.
One side made every attempt to keep the earthly forever blinding.

Many drinks were sought in such a place – before knowing.
Then, upon tried chapters, the Spirit poured – like a river flowing.

“Would you give up?” – (finally) as a question.
Years followed – each passing with many a lifting lesson.

“These are the greatest gifts” –
exclaimed as they were bestowed.
“What more could be given –
(in return) for these triumphs and throes?”

This is the Promise (which always mends).
This is the Manna (which eternally sends).
This is the Bread (which never ends).

Newborn Shores +
One Spirit +

 

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