Sunny Days in Heaven Spiritual/Political/Philosophical Blog on the Nature of Truth and Falsehood and Heaven |
Wednesday, April 24, 2002 An Astonishing Sonnet A million years ago I was a thought; a kind of dream of One who is, was, shall. A million years from now I'll have been wrought perfectly in His lovely cathedral. Is there a doubt His will shall not be done? It is accomplished even now. How looks at me in backward glance when time has run it's course. My joy 's already in His books. He knew me before my birth, and knew the place He'd put me and extract me from. My shame is when I lose the thread of His warm grace and falter, wounded in my thoughts, and lame. A million years ago I was a shall; destined to be a living cathedral. posted by Mark Butterworth | 1:49 PM | |
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