Chelsi King · Oct 26, 2011
orchard soul

spirit, haunt my lungs
cause these bones to move
swallow all my oxygen
exhale it into fruit

burn my paper frame of sin
and let my flames construct a hymn

rebuild me from redemption's stone
so that I may not wither
before His throne

 
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