Peace presses hard around us.
Like water seeping through
laid brick cracks.
It finds it's way to the soil
we're made of.
Saying let me be love
in your roots and
grace to help you grow.
Those bricks we laid
will crumble some day and
water will flood
new life forever,
as we
finally
break
aw
a
y.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Peace presses hard around us.
Like water seeping through
laid brick cracks.
It finds it's way to the soil
we're made of.
Saying let me be love
in your roots and
grace to help you grow.
Those bricks we laid
will crumble some day and
water will flood
new life forever,
as we
finally
break
aw
a
y.
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