Thought
City busy pulsing live
Plans embedded to survive
Arteries that deliver goods
To organic neighbourhoods
Eleven are the entrances
To this royal dwelling place
By regal presence and decree
This city runs efficiently
Unborn and like a steady flame
Lordly light inside does reign
Subtly hid from city’s view
To that alone, is its life due
Control of gates bring in the best
Allow impurities not and the rest
Lord’s body worshipfully maintain,
And in His throne room Him attain
Prayer
O Lord I have been careless in what I let the senses alight on, careless in disregarding Your gift of body. I see now that it is your royal city in which you live. May I ceaselessly attend to you in your royal throne room of mind.
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