We are strung between heaven and earth, taut with tension.
The Spirit plays a soul symphony on the stretched gut of surrendered
lives – sweet sounds that echo down eternal halls stirring seeds to sprout
and warriors to war. The bride-bright in her festal robe reaches
for the latch; boots squeak and hearts hum as Heaven mirrors
the melody of making and undoing. As mortal strains swell to victory
and celebrate, with resounding crash, we stand breathless to salute –
and over the sudden silence wafts an angel lullaby to beckon
weary hearts home.
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