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This poem is a reflection on the meaning of spirituality. |
| If God were real, he said Your passion would be, too And those who claim that they believe Would act as if they do I felt my heart beat slowly Drowning fantasy with truth My a lovely garden That seldom gives away its fruit And so in prayer I bow my head I know the mercy sweet Extended to my life and dreams I will shake off this sleep God, let my purpose be to wake With eyes that want to see With hands that quickly find your will To nourish and set free I will touch the hungry souls The broken and lonely And not forget that long ago That broken one was me I have a promise to fulfill A holy war to keep These words to haunt my selfish dreams And passion to unleash |