By Yasen Vedrin
(The Bird Within You)
A Holy, high, divine design
Sustains my spirit to this day –
Prepared to serve the multi-line,
Within the heart, the King obeys.
And let no human mind displace
The proper order of the Lord,
For Love, unchanging in its grace,
Is Meaning, Covenant, and Word.
Since God is shining like a Sun
From pages Holy and complete –
He called on you, as He has done,
After He washed His servants' feet.
Let not your spirit fall or fade
When seeing pharaohs on their way,
Who scorned the Prize that Heaven made,
To praise their earthly thrones of clay.
To rule above the slaves in pride
And seek a glossy, greedy gain.
Such travelers to the pit will slide,
And reach it after all their pain…
But you, from Heaven’s Holy Aim,
Do not turn off your watching eyes,
Though narrow is the Path you claim,
And bitter are the evil's sighs.
Because the Lord will open wide
A brilliant pearl gate for your love,
But those who walk in Diotrephes' pride
Will never find a way above.
Remember the most Holy part,
Though temporary grief may string –
Prepared to serve with all His heart,
A Servant is our Heavenly King.
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