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LICENSED

Whirling in the deep
Groping in darkness
Reasoning like fools
Short of understanding
These words describes the state of a man
Whose existence fulfills mundane purposes

The king extends his arm of love
He lets go his rays of light
He calls us out of darkness
Into his marvelous light
That we might show forth his praise

The praise of the king
Is an extension of his manifest glory
He endows the chosen with an excellent spirit
He fuses grace and dexterity into our abilities

The fusion of grace and dexterity
Incubates the personality of the chosen
He operates beyond mediocrity
And can unravel mysteries like Daniel did for the king of Babylon

Though the men of the earth are impressed
Paying obeisance as we walk by
They applaud the works
And commend the signs that they see
It would be worse than folly
For the chosen to believe or imagine
That the praises are for him

The king chose you from the pits
He commissioned you in his might
The dexterity you display
Is a license from the king
It qualifies you as an art work
A work made to display his glory

Wisdom entails that the art of the master
Never forgets that all he is
All that he has
All he shall ever own
And all he shall ever become
Is a license

One which qualifies him
To be ridden by the king into the nations
we are the licensed
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  1. Princess AnneFebruary 25, 2009 at 12:39 PM

    many times when i observe what happens in my life, i realize this is true. I LOVE THIS POEM

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  2. DavidMarch 11, 2009 at 6:09 PM

    that is lovely

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