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Water In The Distance

Far to winning floes The living have a dream And here this night we ran And saw stupor in its frame The chance of our affair To yesterday the whole of place in pond And distance from our rest In time forgive and known unto Place to be far and shore And occupant of still These duly soldiers walk in pain But willing on in peace and at this year We bless and blame the star of our accord Might and force to these seams we are at head Made to strife and current stop reune The place at night is war,- at staccato effect we earn and seasontide our press- who stand for shoals and making some unblame The showstop in her way as clock to distance on the march,- and to get wet this morning at the chill we know of Heaven And in our last benediction came ruin And vices then and for the distance Ruin and ruin of dengue with the specious drop of turns in blood And as it was November,- we stayed and wept at war and for the wretched Seeding home and curve to know our end of nights This year of us in mourning to our sons and crystal babes- denied as children in our grasp to light the dawn and let us rise The hearts unbeared to see This happenstance of then And when we walk to her, this spring of chance We’ll walk away the water until it burns,- and we will pass like many River making never and proud at touch of presence God in Heaven, refill this aquifer in Jesus Christ,- and let us borrow one more crutch- Waiting for the crops til Winter void and beings hush so far among your grace Favours for unto to let all things be relief and knowing pain together,- wonder war and good pursuit to sell us rain Thoughts of Heaven and before This God of Water aching to our being Tide to never rising But at once a soul as this- greatest storm from Holy strength And I object to Never as that flight at one that tried to burn us all- and rather Sun to our better day This tiny ditch, Apostles’ Creek And we’ll imbibe forever to the distance, hanging near And empty hands will falter Jettison this funeral, Distance May Our need for free esteem and to that well, our new obsession- One hundred percent and to our laws this tiny poem for best ahead- and neighbours feeling fine And all who dressed to Bethlehem We have spoken to the dark and sky of rain Our path will show the ruin for God to see And all our prayers renew- Our victim souls.