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Jan 30
Fallen heads and tucked ankles that
Grew numb under the pressure
Of their prayers.

The Sanctuary was deserted,
Save for those still held
By Jesus.

He drew them Close to Him,
Laying love and peace
On their hearts.

With time, the spluttering organs
Were no longer made
Of stone.
Ezekiel 11:19
Written by
Sia Harms
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