rebirth, born again, anew
in an instant of God’s providence
may be a wondrous, joyous pristine
second of time, segmented, cut out
from the days of ones life,
how much simpler, more natural
the daily walk with the Lord,
brought up and living in the faith
of ones forebears, walking to perfection
in the family of our faith
seeing the joy of that same path
the repeated gestures, the purity
of the same words
part of our lives, over and over
refrains of a message of grace
of love and redemption
paid by the savior’s blood
without fanfare of fireworks
perhaps, but no less real,
no less a breath of magic
walking in faith
one foot in front of the other
the days of our lives
September 24, 2006 15:04
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