MY HANDS CAN DELIVER
The regal robust can break you
twice: once in your soul and again
in your body. Standing close to the
water, I see far-off : there are the
usual sights, of buildings and barns,
over the hill and around the bend,
the places where the land falls
back upon itself.
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There's a power in all of that. When
the rains come, what rolls down the
windows is Awe not water. When
the snow fly, what is left is Grace.
My hands can deliver all of that.
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