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This is a poem called Salvation.
Breathing in the cool air,
my hands in praise are lifted,
toward the Lord of hosts...
of whom my life is solely gifted
Breathing out the breath is seen
it billows into clouds of white
the stars that shine above
below I see them in the night
The moon and they glow
with snow in this divine creation
a sense of Holy Spirit working
This personal sensation
and in the distance as I pray
I see a silouette of trees
and at this moment as they sway
I fall to earth upon my knees
and singing out the angels say
Give Praise to God the Christ is near
and overwhelmed with what they said
Christ said to me you shouldnt fear
so lay and weep in joyful grace
rebirth in faith upon belief
walk onward slowly from this place
a sinners death to life relief.
Breathing in the cool air,
my hands in praise are lifted,
toward the Lord of hosts...
of whom my life is solely gifted
Breathing out the breath is seen
it billows into clouds of white
the stars that shine above
below I see them in the night
The moon and they glow
with snow in this divine creation
a sense of Holy Spirit working
This personal sensation
and in the distance as I pray
I see a silouette of trees
and at this moment as they sway
I fall to earth upon my knees
and singing out the angels say
Give Praise to God the Christ is near
and overwhelmed with what they said
Christ said to me you shouldnt fear
so lay and weep in joyful grace
rebirth in faith upon belief
walk onward slowly from this place
a sinners death to life relief.