Wednesday, December 30, 2009

The White Stone




The White Stone

The world holds it's beauty
Pastures of green
The wonder of a flower
The babbling of a stream

I would rather lose it all
And be totally alone
Than miss the giving
Of our Father's, White Stone

That holds my new name
But to me be known
To partake of the hidden manna
Speaks the Spirit, from the throne

I will hold fast
God's righteousness, my cloak of desire
No man shall take my crown
I have bought the gold, tried in fire

My Lord, I'll walk with You in white
I have been set against a Door
My name is written in The Book Of Life
To worship You forever and even more !!

Judy L Wilson
December 9, 2009
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