Tourists by Ingrid
Tourist’s
from a distant sphere
Exiled to
gain knowledge here.
Chimes of
heaven, chains of hell
Intertwined
on earth they dwell
Knowledge
how we longed for it,
Experience
we thronged for it’
Hammer,
chisel form the stone
Of earthly
choices God’s are born.
The
Plan - by Ingrid
Mighty all
God’s preparations
To create
this Place called earth.
To bestow
on all his children
Joyful
mortal birth.
A place for
all to grow and learn
To graduate
for their return
To walk by
faith right to the end.
Once more
to be with thee
Our God,
eternal Friend.
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