Posted: February 25, 2014 in poetry
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Who tied flesh to bone and pulled this body up from dust?
Who blew the Spirit and marrow through the bones
Who was it that tied the flesh and knotted sinew in the darkest places?
Who stuck eye ball to socket?
Who raised these bones to see the light?
Who saw them live and said that it was good?
A roaring reversal of decay!
These bones will live and the Spirit sings them to life.
Round and round the flesh is wound,
Pulling the bones into perfect connections.
Perfect now, complete, fulfilled to overflowing,
He makes an immaculate body for life eternal.
Surely we will sparkle star-bright when all the sea is gone,
And find infinity in the bosom of the father.


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