RE Hebrews 11
Faith Productions

Walking over Jordan
though by heart be
broken
I will not lay down
bones full of age
brittle
bitter
but my Beloved will
return for me
on the wings of an eagle
with the pierce of a dove
to my Father
He carries me and now
removes the cloak
of shame.
Not a cloak of many colours
but an embroidery
of righteousness.
Now even my gladdest thoughts
lay impaled upon rocks
below in waves of violence
my Shepard
leads me to His resting place.
Though I see no evidence
of my own rememberence
or anothers
Though I labor to sow
only crooked rows
rarely the blossom appears
less often the reaping
My name remains engraved
upon His Palm
with nails and
I wear the ring of the Spirit
by His Nails and
the name He knows me by
on the white stone
marred not by the red
He prepares my place
even now
By His Crown.