“You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.” –Isaiah 55:12
Everyone lives in a little town
obscure village, speck in space
lost in universe we are but dust
Creator sees, our father knows
us too intimately, enters a virgin
(god in a womb) angels sing glory!
He came and is coming still to
every little town, knocks at door
will you let great JOY move… inn?
a poem in my pocket 
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