Library of the Lord

As I grow in age,

I start to realize

Every day is like a page

To be read by only one's eyes.


Every chapter holds a meaning.

Whether implicit or explicit,

Gleaming or demeaning,

Only He can judge it.


The binding holds it all together,

And each staple is a friend.

Making it impossible to weather,

And impossible to bend.


Every book constantly refined,

Too expensive to afford,

Perfectly aligned,

In the library of the Lord.

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