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In The Walled Garden

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Kingdom


 
Eyes impure are only wanton
Of the Glory of Your Mountain
Holy City which rests on High
With solo way to travel by

The Lamb has paved the bloody road
Which we transverse to abode
A gift so sweet, yet undeserved
Awaken by call, blessed to serve

Those that bear that precious Name
Imputed righteousness escapes the flame
Clothed in white with diadem
In raiment fit His Kingdom 

Why do some reject the gift so fair
With love of self they accept their pare
Eternal doom a choice away
A fool’s errand to ignore the Way