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Mar 2017
This life.

Nothing more
than dust and dirt.
Nothing more
than a pause for breath.

Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.


Speak Lord.

Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.


Speak Lord.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.

Speak Lord.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.

Speak and set me ablaze.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Written by
iamtheavatar  Manila, PH
(Manila, PH)   
   yasaman johari
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