LIVING STONES
How lovely stands the city,
Once so full of people full of gold
How lovely stands this city
Full of gold,
In this furnace of injustice
The gold has melted, spread thinner
Now it shines more brightly.
In injustice the inscrutable hand
Of God may or may not be found
In this intense heat and pressure,
Structures break, protections fall:
Ribs bend and crack
As hearts are pulled close.
Love lives here despite us,
Despite those who were, Them
Before we forgave them.
Love lives here
Love lives here
Love lives here
The hand of God.
WILF 06/2017
Zechariah 13:9:
ReplyDeleteAnd I will bring the third part into the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried. They shall call on my name, and I will answer them: I will say, It is my people; and they shall say, Jehovah is my God.