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Isn't it lovely
When pervy men
Pop up in your DM box
And try to make you feel
That you are a failure

Hmm
Someone's pen
Is thicker than his ****
In hiding my sin
You show me love
Pouring me out
To fill me up
From guilt's misery
You set me free
Proving again
Lord, it's you that I need

When I'm running out
You take me in
Walking in doubt
Taking hold of my hand
Who better yet
Than the lover of me
Proving again
Lord, it's you that I need

When my heart cries
You dry the tears
Losing my sight
You calm my fears
When I feel like packing it in
You never leave
Proving again
Lord, it's you that I need
Salve a callous thought , O' reticent Whippoorwill
Cool evenings to bind my public wounds , a blue star for
repentant eve's , pungent grasses to reconcile beside
the Moonshine Narrows* .....
Copyright July 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I told you from the start
Not to fall for me.
Because
I know what
My heart does.

Now look
What we've
Become.
Locked in the wintertime of life
Transgression's grip as cold as ice
A dark'ning garden filled with strife
There planted every form of vice
A thorny bush, of bitter hues
I was a bramble so depraved
I wanted naught but to eschew

My life and press on to my grave
My life and press on to my grave

I had no willingness to live
My body bloodied, crushed and sore
No circumspection did I give
The full weight of sin I bore
And like a tyrant my disease
My drug addicted frame of mind
Like a briar wrapped and seized

My heartbreak in a fatal bind
My heartbreak in a fatal bind

Then like the warming light of spring
You came my precious ray of hope
O'r my bramble bush You'd sing
A bud came up to reach & *****
Warmer, warmer was the sun
Birds sang with You in the air
It was then I had begun

To leave behind my sin's despair
To leave behind my sin's despair

The tender bud it thrived and grew
Through deepest drought and bitter rain
And a bright bloom of awesome hue
Burst forth in glory that remains
That beauty is of Jesus Christ
It is to HIM all glory goes
He was the One who took my vice

Now looking down God sees a Rose
Now looking down God sees a Rose


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/15/2016
Jesus Christ is also known as
The Rose of Sharon

Please also read
Salvation Story by SoulSurvivor

Thanks for reading!

@--\-------
her vision hovers the waters,
with hands aquivered and acquainted
to the sticks and stones that resided under
and beneath the seabed
her mind floats like a lifeboat
of words yet helpless and taciturn,
she remains silent for the rest of the trip
but her eyes are more than the reaching arms,
she is a lifehouse, a tower
to each and every one of them
anything but an overshadower,
a breather of hope and endearment

(n.j.)
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