Order # 11088
Quatrain of Words No Longer
Dry mouth
When words no longer slide
over the tongue,
sounds go
silent.
When love falls from the mind,
grace becomes
close to
violent.
Let not the word of God become
dry and out of favor,
even for an
hour,
Without holding onto your beliefs,
there will be regret
and much
sorrow.
Yorktown Disciple
Dry mouth
When words no longer slide
over the tongue,
sounds go
silent.
When love falls from the mind,
grace becomes
close to
violent.
Let not the word of God become
dry and out of favor,
even for an
hour,
Without holding onto your beliefs,
there will be regret
and much
sorrow.
Yorktown Disciple
Let
not
the
word
of
god
become
dry
not
the
word
of
god
become
dry
Yorktown Disciple
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