The flag was so big
It had a life of its own
Ruffling in the wind
As a sail that is flown
Then suddenly, it dropped
And hung close to the pole
For a moment the wind stopped
To then relift the flag up whole
Who moves the wind?
That it freely wave?
The air in the end
Is the breath of God, the Way
Studying the gospel is like- Catching a double rainbow; Each drop of wisdom reflects light- Hinting there is more to see and know!
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