By Andrew R. Duckworth
There is a God, of that I’m sure.
His name is written in the land,
Echoed over the plains,
Planted firmly in the core,
Over the still waters moving
With power in its utterance.
Every etching of nature
Reminds of the hands
Fortifying the soul
Under the undying
Light of the Lamb.
Name one more powerful,
As I know it can’t be done.
My Maker is the Truth poured for
Everyone.
Of that cup, partake,
For it is the cup of salvation.
Justly sent, unjustly broken-
Enough grace to heal the
Sins of the many
Under the light of the
Setting sun.
Poetry of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 