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F Note

F Note

Horses unbridledChomping at the “bit” Lathering and ready to go. Who will sound the call? The first born The riders into the storm The unbridled ones Clinking Tingling The coins of heaven Are about to be released Onto the earth Like never before Rivers of gold So much...
I Feel a Poem on the Wind

I Feel a Poem on the Wind

I feel a poem on the windFull of heartache and longingFull of hope and promise. I feel a poem on the windRiding highTinkling the bellsOf God’s glorySharpening the swordOf a battle cry. I feel a poem on the windRiding roughshodSnortingA wild horse...