A tapestry of open-eyed dreams
Dreamweavers weave and hawk
for the price of other’s souls,
“dreamers do not pay,” they say
dreams mellow and salty as an ocean breeze,
with the thrill of victory
or, climbing the pinnacles of success.
But, I rejected empty promises
surrendered in my inner being,
to God within me,
for Mercy’s fountain flows,
from within living temples,
and, His Love touches lost souls.
1 Corinthians 6:19New International Version (NIV)
19 Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own;
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