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Frogs in Heaven
If I ever find my mind in a sermon from heaven
Or ever blind as a frog in a broken earthen oven
I’d hop my hump back down to earth
And yawp my stump for a crown of worth
Real heaven can exist in the commotion of a threshold
Reckon, if you can, and resist the devotion to what you’ve been sold
Through faith we create those things which brings us to believe
True faith will negate the strings on our wings we can’t perceive
I like the crazy notion that every day is nowadays today
I live this lazy devotion that times are eternally now this way
Push my timid tush up to the threatening door
Mourn the twitching toad on the rainy road
who cannot embrace the face of the killing floor.
Copyright ©
Gary Baldwin
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