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 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 not impurities 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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