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Attainable



How divine and untouched
the purity of God.
How like not another.
How mysterious and unable to be measured.
Do I compare You to
the drink of wine,
the taste of grape,
the power of nard,
the depth of an earthquake?
Even a star burning bright still it does fade.
He is Creator, unmade.
As the earth groans and meditates
it collapses and shakes.
As a human, I do not understand fully
that the Miracle of heaven owns Holy.
His purity that I fear to face
I will, on glorious day, attain by grace.

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Joshy said…
Beauty - Love it - to attain that which cannot be even understood! Is not this the greatest gift of God. Bringing the impossible to possibility no....certainty! We WILL attain Him! No questions we will!
1:47 PM
Anonymous said…
Wow! Praise God!
7:28 AM
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