Pss. 83:15 “So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.”
My Spirit
My spirit rests in heavenly skies
Stars erupt through spatial sighs
The cosmos is an open foray
For souls to land and spirits pray
Earth below the physical realm
Worlds collide to overwhelm
Stardust sings in blissful pleasure
Music for the spheres to treasure
The source of peace forms within
The heart and mind will then begin
To show the world this shape you take
Energy flows the storm’s awake
My spirit soars where dead men roam
I found in heaven a place called home
There’s no place here on earth or sea
I’ll fly alone just God and me
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