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In the hour of my greatest need, When my rage has been spent, And my selfishness, Profanity, Lovelessness, Anger, Lying, Cheating, Lawlessness, Single mindedness, And my quest, in all the wrong ways, for love, Stands alone. When the darkness is my greatest achievement, Still, I AM FORGIVEN. I AM LOVED. This is senseless to me. It belies comprehension. It demands exploration. And after all, Remains senseless and incomprehensible Except for the words I hear As I lay wounded and trodden upon By my own sin, "Welcome home. Be at rest."
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Welcome Home
In the hour of my greatest need, When my rage has been spent, And my selfishness, Profanity, Lovelessness, Anger, Lying, Cheating, Lawlessness, Single mindedness, And my quest, in all the wrong ways, for love, Stands alone. When the darkness is my greatest achievement, Still, I AM FORGIVEN. I AM LOVED. This is senseless to me. It belies comprehension. It demands exploration. And after all, Remains senseless and incomprehensible Except for the words I hear As I lay wounded and trodden upon By my own sin, "Welcome home. Be at rest."
john-davis
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
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