She is pursuing the generation of redemption
Like the wings of a windmill in circulation
Like the tax collector’s emancipation
She is deviating from the broad road to destruction
As she battles to put away the things of her youth
No longer indulging in the blaze of that kush
Or dancing like the girls in the Moulin Rouge.
She is scheming her return to innocence
At many costs she will endeavour a difference
Concouring the forbidden fruit in a sense
Assuming the scent of Christ’s very essence
And arriving on the scene of Heaven’s fences
Sarah Kenyi © 2010
2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
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