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Zombie (of sorts)

A creature of Light I desired to be,

past the barren flesh,

I wanted to see


So I followed life,

as zombies, we do.

I followed to church,

a place I once knew.

I sat in the crowd,

of hearts I couldn’t touch -

for sanctified hearts, I’ve found,

we’re never man’s to clutch


Now I feel like a reverse zombie, so to speak -

I’ve been raised to new life,

my heart,

it has this sanctified new beat


Fresh breath in my lungs,

and new songs of praise being sung.

Grave clothes are shed,

and with them,

haunting feelings of dread


I no longer seek to consume minds,

nor barren flesh

that withers with time


I pray now to know only hearts -

Sacred places of communion,

and transformational (re)starts


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Psalm 36

v. 7 How priceless is Your unfailing love, O God!

People take refuge in the shadow of Your wings.

v. 8 They feast on the abundance of Your house;

You give them drink from Your river of delights.

v. 9 For with You is the fountain of life;

in Your light we see light.

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