The book flips open to a sacred past.
The verses lift themselves in perfect grace;
Revealing the meanings behind each face.
A carpenter from Nazareth, the story was told
To save the lambs who heeded a faith so bold;
A faith to trust in Elohim who’s high;
Living to serve with not one sigh.
Now as the room grows dark and I try to sleep,
I pray and hope that God will proceed
To mould me and never let me go;
For only then will I really feel whole.
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Edit: Changed the last stanza. It's my attempt to make it feel more...connected to the first two stanzas. Crits welcome, again.
p/s: Very delayed edit, I know.
