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If any good came from loving true but falling short its in this verse honouring You Surrendered, taught reaching up beyond my sighs where truth is chiselled into sense Can darkened shutters recompense? Time and purse no longer vie so uncontended now I’ve died to selfish pride and suffered lies alone The harm I caused not loving true the way one ought is harmonised now, reflects You fullfilled, sought redeemed from the lie Darkness to experience Suffering wrought repentance Crime and worse no longer imply damning dirges inside Our Lamb arose, 'It’s finished' His cry 'Atone!'
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Sep 26, 2009
Sep 26, 2009 at 9:10 PM UTC
Growing Pains
If any good came from loving true but falling short its in this verse honouring You Surrendered, taught reaching up beyond my sighs where truth is chiselled into sense Can darkened shutters recompense? Time and purse no longer vie so uncontended now I’ve died to selfish pride and suffered lies alone The harm I caused not loving true the way one ought is harmonised now, reflects You fullfilled, sought redeemed from the lie Darkness to experience Suffering wrought repentance Crime and worse no longer imply damning dirges inside Our Lamb arose, 'It’s finished' His cry 'Atone!'
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Sep 26, 2009
Sep 26, 2009 at 9:10 PM UTC
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