The Love Race
The Love Race
A place
Where all my cares
Seem to fly out the door
Because I can raise my voice there
My grace.
In praise
Voices blend in
Like a choral dance
Upon keys and strings upholding
God's grace.
Heart rate
Quickened by joy
Mirrored in percussion
Encircling all present as one
Love race.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 05/31/10
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