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Reclining at the last supper's
table
like the young thunder*,
his ear upon
the bosom
of Jesus his Lord's chest,
Listening for the love in
His heart's
every beat, and resting
in His arm's
familiar
embrace; I long to be so rapt.
Surely Lord, You will be
coming soon,
with John still hangin'
on, for we so wait
to be
held like that as well, forever kept.
John 13:23-25
Revelation 1:7
*'young
thunder'; Apostle John, brother of
James, son of Zebedee, Sons
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