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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