Wayfarer

Sometimes I think of Abraham How one star he saw had been lit for me He was a stranger in this land And I am that, no less than he And on this road to righteousness Sometimes the climb can be so steep I may falter in my steps But never beyond Your reach

Repentance Avoidance

Sometimes it's like
An open wound - you can hear
It spraying blood, feel the pain - but
If you can find the right size
Bullet to bite
Maybe you can
Wait it out; it will heal
Before you bleed to death.

1 comments:

Ain't that the truth.

 

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