Friday, April 26, 2013


I ride by the mystical mountains
upon a purely white, God-breathed note
I slip into His eternal chambers
with a single bright sound that He wrote
I allow my spirit to return quickly to Him
without shame I no longer hide
as I move into the fire of His sun
He moves me into this mythical ride
The myth is more than just happenstance
The truth is simply too much to flee
The throes of His love are simply too much to grasp
Until I realize their grasp is on me
I ride by the Mystic of mountains
resting on this purely God-breathed note
I lie here in His eternal chambers
being the song that He wrote

K, Duane Carter

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