Here on the shore, my wish came true
Here in the mud that dries to clay
Across the forks of coursing blue
And twisting spirits in the spray
I found a strength like Jericho
my voice rang out like battlecry
And soon a chorus joined the flow
commanding unclean spirits fly
Our verdict wove a tapestry
Rebuke the foe with holy thread
The mountain’s echo our decree
Go unto the fire instead
A serpent coiled in the sun
It’s life is spent, and missed by none
About the Creator
Thomas Speer
I'm a God-fearing tumbleweed of a man, a gentle husband, loving foster parent, screwed up past and amazingly ordained future serving the Lord and expressing his revelation in my writing. Don't expect the dry and sanctimonious, though.
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