• Posted by: Beula Kapp
  • Created: September 4, 2016
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This poem is about faith,inspired by the word.  


Rivers that run according to 

your structure will flourish

excell not see hell

Rivers running according to 

your layout shall spring

about and bring forth

crops of plenty 

the young olive trees 

shall surround the spring

like honey bees,forever your ways

shall be thought 

amongst  the trees


By Beula Kapp 2016




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