My body is a temple were the God of All resides.
My body is an ark where I can run and hide
From all the other bodies that desecrate their worth.
From the deluge of temptation to break the clay of Earth.
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Bodies have the magic to make their own decision,
To act in ways of living love or to run into collision
With the irony of beauty that they will never realize
If they mistreat the clay on which Addonai resides.
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Your body is a temple, a palace for the King.
Where you and He can talk of all and everything.
Your clay is so beautiful, I know for I have seen,
But your body is a temple, so I will never intervene,
Know that my thoughts will never dive into the sea of the obscene.
This took me like five minutes to write but ten minutes to decide to publish it. I needed to write this. Tell me what you think! Like and subscribe yada yada yada. But seriously, if you like it, push like. Emma has more likes than me. I’ve been forced to like my own stuff. =)
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That makes me want to go back and like all your posts!! 😂
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I really liked it!!!
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Very, very well done. Inspiring. Challenging. Convicted.
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thanks!
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