Your word that releases rolling hills of forests
From a tiny dried up seed,
And fills the earth with abundant fresh air for us--
An impressive feat indeed.
Your word that takes a writhing worm,
Pulls apart its pieces in a shell
To emerge with painted wings and forms
Your power to change, an impressive sell
So, cannot that prodigious word,
Reach a single quiet space and start
to shift invisible instincts
In this one, sinful heart.
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Ross, climb this mountain with fiery plume
Learn every moment to surrender
"You are my servant, Israel, in whom
I will display my splendor"
(from Isaiah 49:3)
