There is a town
where shines the sun
and down the street
play old and young.
And in this town
the porch swings sway
as people chat
about their day.
The middle-aged
are valued too
for who they are
not what they do.
The seeds will grow
The vines will yield
The concrete lots
Will turn to fields.
And months will change
from "March" to "Joy"
and guns removed
from hands of boys.
And all will long
to join this town
from places high
they'll all come down.
Here they will know
God's perfect bliss.
And each will feel
the Giver's kiss.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Day 264: There is a town...
Today's Reading: Zechariah 8-14
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