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City high on a hill
by Donald Standeford The city set high on a hill It shone so radiant, perfect, pure; The narrow way so clearly shone; You had to walk up it alone, Shake off damp river death From your body to be pure, new, Clean; murky river I remember Its deeps ungentle thought That it bought my immortal soul, When I lay at bottoms low; This light fished me up from Deeps, pulled me to the shore To rest, and as I lay upon bank Dreaming, I knew I had peace And rest, newly delivered, I pushed onward, upward to The city of heavenly light; Pulse of society drew me there; I was naked, unashamed; I'd made it, was finally there, And in the shadows of depth, I had prayed "My Lord to Keep" Me from damnation of eternal Soul, freed from speckles On my body's soulful skins, Separate my soul from sin; only At the city exploding with light, Where darkness has fled from, All acts compounded by Love, Health and life. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |