I don't open-up
about my past self.
But I do speak hours
about God above.
And I will wait here
to point to the cross.
My are arms open
to those feeling lost.
My failures only
reflecting his work;
never a place where
I choose to return.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
I don't open-up
about my past self.
But I do speak hours
about God above.
And I will wait here
to point to the cross.
My are arms open
to those feeling lost.
My failures only
reflecting his work;
never a place where
I choose to return.
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