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Post by Josh on Feb 28, 2007 20:35:06 GMT -8
JackTo C.S. Lewis “In that day,” declares the Lord, “I will gather the lame, I will assemble the exiles, and those I have brought to grief” Micah 4:6 Sitting smoking, harsh winter day You sit thinking of Joy And love found and lost By a tempest tossed In the shadowlands of our lives What an adventure it has been The wonder and pain in retrospect No longer any blame You knew He wasn’t tame A tender grief you’ve now embraced The house of cards fell (as you knew it would) And the door was shut and bolted But in these twilight days Your broken heart remains Right where the Lion wants it And somewhere over the shining sea The Lion’s paw is pricked again And blood is drawn It won’t be long Till Jack laughs in the land of the Son Joshua Coles 8/28/1999
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