Glass house
I live in a grand glass house.
surrounded by lovely stones.
I am constantly aware of the fact I am not alone.
He who is without sin.
Tear this house right down.
I enter the forest and lose myself in the trees.
Silently.
God gave Abraham a choice.
He blessed me with an angelic voice.
And free will....
Thank you lord.
For who I am.
I am no sheep but still you watch o'er me.
Your rod and thy staff , I use them.
Sometimes to defend myself.
Amen.
Phil G. Inman Sr.
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