my heart calls out to your heartmy heart calls out to your heart
my spirit calls out to your spirit
my being calls out to your being
these walls inprison me,
these walla inprison my thoughts,
these walls are my limitations
how deep is the ocean?
how deep is the sky?
how may man know
the things that are beyond his experience?
how deep is the heart?
walls are built to keep people out,
and to keep people in.
walls are our limitations
but still, i call out to you
i come to you to worship,
and to serve
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-06-29 at 00:24
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