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I let my imagination soar high and wide

like the glider without control
My thoughts to strict rules do not abide

like a galloping horse is my soul
Beyond the dark skies at an obscure angle

much away and farther from the solar system
Above where children of Jesus alone assemble

I imagine a celestial ecosystem
With an producer-consumer relationship

the producer holds the ultimate Lordship
Jesus the producer is the only source

men and women who have followed His course
End up as his consumers, lifting His Name

the producer feeds and even protects
Aint no devil up there, so no predation effects

Lord my Jesus both here and up there
We sure know thy role as our source and care

we all did consume of thy grace and mercy
Fed from thine own hand we all were chubby
our source and producer we thy consumers thank thee

in this terrestrial ecosystem on the cruel tree
thou didst die and rise, to set us all free.

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by: Presti Salvatore
from: Palermo, Italy

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