By Design
My spirit is but a whisper, quietly
spilling thoughts of the
mind, in hope of
escape
It goes where I go even though I am
of mortal wonder. It is
stuck to me like
tape.
And when there is no mortal sense
to incur there will remain
my spirit God will
find.
I shall see the power I now only feel,
it is how my body and
soul have been
designed.
Yorktown Disciple
My spirit is but a whisper, quietly
spilling thoughts of the
mind, in hope of
escape
It goes where I go even though I am
of mortal wonder. It is
stuck to me like
tape.
And when there is no mortal sense
to incur there will remain
my spirit God will
find.
I shall see the power I now only feel,
it is how my body and
soul have been
designed.
Yorktown Disciple
# 11654
Quatrain of By Design - 11654 - Yorktown Disciple
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My
spirit
is
but
a
whisper
spirit
is
but
a
whisper