Fingers, remember your strength,
grasping His truth’s sword.
Lungs, breathe the Spirit’s breath,
have the heart of the Lord.
Feet, feel the stance of peace,
your war is not with God.
Head, ponder your salvation;
the Lord has given His nod.
Breast, beat with His righteousness;
His work covers your heart.
The law of sin has been addressed;
through Jesus, grace imparts.
Remember your place in the Lord,
through what He has given.
He has become your Reward,
sent by the Father from heaven.
What He requires, He provides,
for we are naught but dust.
His presence is our Abide;
we’re made gold from rust.
© 1-20-09
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"What He requires, He provides,
for we are naught but dust.
His presence is our Abide;
we’re made gold from rust."
Gahhhh,
this was beautiful.
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this is an absolutely awesome write from you. thank you for sharing it with me today and i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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10-Q!
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your choice of words are brilliant. especially the rhyming part, and you wove them into a beautiful poem. thanks for sharing.
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what a fantastic write! i just love this poem! filled with spiritual truth it just embodies the feeling of joy. i love this ending:
'What He requires, He provides,
for we are naught but dust.
His presence is our Abide;
we’re made gold from rust.'
basically, this says it all. thank you for sharing your amazing talent. keep writing dear brother! God bless you always
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OH Bob, this is an amazing piece of poetry. It is laced with Spiritual Truth and comforting words. I am so glad I "dared" to enter. lol
Always your sis in Christ,
Sam
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I Meant To Do Dat
Glad it encouraged you... 
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