The House God Sent

Made in His image,
To reflect His glory,
Shiny mirrors to the heavens,
Not the distortions of the carnival,
We are to be reflections of God,
     living life His way, and not
          consider it odd.
Not beneath the big circus tent
     are we to live, but under instead
The house God sent.

2 Corinthians 3:18

    See this poem @ His Newsman

by J Alan R
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