'If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can move mountains'
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Phoenix on the Rise Again...
The time has come to die again. To cast myself on the pyre and burn again. It hurts to break up then build again, But its harder to stay still, chained to chance and pain again.
Weary from the pilgrim's road She trudged on the dusty patch Her seeds strewn along the rocky ground No more she could take as she reached The summit's height. One seed in her unknowing Lived amongst the thorns. It had to die for her to Live again.
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Weary from the pilgrim's road
She trudged on the dusty patch
Her seeds strewn along the rocky ground
No more she could take as she reached
The summit's height.
One seed in her unknowing
Lived amongst the thorns.
It had to die for her to
Live again.
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