salvation

Permanently Convicted – a poem

My God, my God, why hath I forsaken thee? Tempted to think this yoke of slavery was What really set me free. Blinded by the glitter of what’s not gold, …

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Sorrow Bleeds – a poem

Sorrow bleeds into my tomorrow Because I really want to follow but Need someone to wash away the Mud in which my flesh tends to wallow. I’ve been made a …