Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Highly Combustable #490
Highly Combustable The infant faith begins to breathe crisp sparkling air of Heaven's days wrapped in wonder and amaze that heart, so held, should sheathe first moments shared in vestibule where first was spoken Name that opened gates and, Spirit fueled, burst into a flame. |
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Highly Combustable #490
Highly Combustable #490