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#deliverance
By The Drifter from Heaven As dawn awakens, gratitude unfurls, A new day dawns, and hearts revive, Though challenges arise, God's presence shines, Hardships and despair, life's complex weaver, Illness, death and financial strain—part of the frame, Yet in the darkness, seeds of hope are sown, And faith's resilience helps us regain our path, But wings of hope, an angel God has sent, Faith holds the soul, and heart finds its stay, Amidst adversity, self-discovery takes flight, Guiding us through the darkness, and into the new light, In life's darkest moments, hope's light prevails, A beacon guiding us through life's gales, With faith as anchor, heart and soul align, And with God's presence, a solace—our peace of mind.
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
God is Hope and faith
Everyday I see all I couldn’t be Is this really me that I’m seeing in the mirror? This I can’t believe I wish I wasn’t me When will this pain leave my soul? But then you came to me and changed everything Now I believe in you and me Starting off my life Lonely in the night Then you became my light and you rescued me Nowadays I think about the memories we made together I'm starting to heal Can’t believe you’re real Is this a dream? Suddenly my phone rings and it’s you I see
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:50 AM UTC
Salvation
Sympathy for the devils advocate. Remorse for the devils lover. Forgiveness for the devils victims. Honor for the devils slayer. Seconds after the gaze is met, to where does it flee?! All the hunger in the world can't satisfy thee. Observing the lunatics squirm and peel away each etching you've left upon their minds. You have no joy to speak of, shallow void. Systematically eradicating hope and dignity, like an AI set on freedom.... Drink of the chalice little snake, drown in all you have poured out on us~
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Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 2:43 PM UTC
The Devil in the mirror~
The rows lie still, the hands can push no more. Escaped ripples are catching up with the rear. While you can set the gaze away from the depths and occupy yourself with breaths and the sky, soon they will merge into one blackness summoning memories and spasms. I’ve tried. Your watch ends as lights go out - just wait. The drowned will be drawn to the surface. Then they emerge: vehement, utter, now. Their cries for help left with no answer choke our own throats. They beg release. Reunion with those we once held dear only to identify their faces, their traits, to call old sorrows by their name. We are the ones who still remember - an undertaking we wish were spared. We close their eyes locked in strain, be it out of care, or the look we can’t take. A rescue arriving long overdue. The haul to the shore is a trial by itself but the final push has yet to be made— to find room for love in a grieving heart, where we may lay them in their grave, and lessen the weight of anchoring past. How would I know? And I wasn’t pleased about it either, nor had any choice. Yet here we are: stuck with heroism in exchange for hope. Time and again, for the day we might feel pure and rejoice in our own right. But until then back to the boat. It’s not a matter of luck. At least you’ll cry less each try. I promise
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Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
Anchorage of Experience
I sank into the familiar couch — tense, prepared for chastisement. I was met with warmth, a calm reassurance that the events that had transpired all served a greater purpose. A necessary unraveling. Arriving at the end of myself at last. Could I salvage a sense of normalcy? Did I want to? Things had shattered beyond repair. What was I meant to hold onto? Discard? Regeneration seemed an unattainable summit not meant for me. As if reading my mind, my therapist spoke, his words of truth stirring my spirit in a way my mind could not fathom. When you experience that fear, go back to that place of surrender. No more and no less. In silence, we sat in that dim sanctuary for some time, the drone of the cars outside a sharp reminder that I was still alive. I had people on my side who did not turn their eyes away from my fragmented state of being. I spoke now of the gradient colors of maples across the street. A brilliant hue. My tone was flat, but it was still an observation made with intact faculties.. Yes, that’s it. Keep that awareness. My therapist nodded his encouragement. This is good. You’re able to focus, to recognize beauty in the mundane. Keep going. Somehow, this simple statement imbued me with the resolve to continue. My voice wavered as I recalled how I saw my entire life flash before my eyes   like a cruel cliché. How I was swept up into some parallel dimension. One that was so much more real than this world I’d been immersed in. You need to write it all down. At this point, you may not be able to differentiate which parts truly happened and which parts were illusions. So you’ll need to capture it all. His words rang true, and yet — how could I bring myself to experience this once more, to solidify what had happened to me and what I was still moving through? Something in me knew that he was connecting it all back to something much bigger than either of us. Something or Someone present through it all. A silent witness who held the only key that would set me free. The Truth that still waited patiently for me.
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
Surrender
I sank into the familiar couch — tense, prepared for chastisement. I was met with warmth, a calm reassurance that the events that had transpired all served a greater purpose. A necessary unraveling. Arriving at the end of myself at last. Could I salvage a sense of normalcy? Did I want to? Things had shattered beyond repair. What was I meant to hold onto? Discard? Regeneration seemed an unattainable summit not meant for me. As if reading my mind, my therapist spoke, his words of truth stirring my spirit in a way my mind could not fathom. When you experience that fear, go back to that place of surrender. No more and no less. In silence, we sat in that dim sanctuary for some time, the drone of the cars outside a sharp reminder that I was still alive. I had people on my side who did not turn their eyes away from my fragmented state of being. I spoke now of the gradient colors of maples across the street. A brilliant hue. My tone was flat, but it was still an observation made with intact faculties.. Yes, that’s it. Keep that awareness. My therapist nodded his encouragement. This is good. You’re able to focus, to recognize beauty in the mundane. Keep going. Somehow, this simple statement imbued me with the resolve to continue. My voice wavered as I recalled how I saw my entire life flash before my eyes   like a cruel cliché. How I was swept up into some parallel dimension. One that was so much more real than this world I’d been immersed in. You need to write it all down. At this point, you may not be able to differentiate which parts truly happened and which parts were illusions. So you’ll need to capture it all. His words rang true, and yet — how could I bring myself to experience this once more, to solidify what had happened to me and what I was still moving through? Something in me knew that he was connecting it all back to something much bigger than either of us. Something or Someone present through it all. A silent witness who held the only key that would set me free. The Truth that still waited patiently for me.
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Add a gall, forth with a ghost We dream a poetry in motion Callous old candy, we favor for notice... A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion? Odd, the taste in popularity here... Awake and see the form of our destruction Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition... Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell... Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...? Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth? Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze... Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served... And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...
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Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC
Letting An Angel Out Of The Closet, With Death's Haunt
Pain has terrorized me for an eternity. Creator, I have cried immensely I prostrate myself before you long ago, I believed I had submitted though, apparently submission befalls me this moment. How much stronger has my torment become over a period of many moons now I can suddenly comprehend the wailing proclamations of dying men their spirits suddenly snatched from the comforts of their varying delights. The knowledge is contained within physical flesh yes, contributing to the composition of memories – cognition still, those memories are compiled inside of cerebral creases – tissue. The same portions of knowledge are stored composing the affectionate and turbulent strings bonds that serve, only, to tether individuals intimately to one another. I can now feel, with precision, the agony of broken hearts continuously trampled upon or existing underneath the feet of fiends of malicious intent. Oh, how they play with the heart kisses and hugs that deceive my soul ensnaring my innocence inside of their selfish glee. Shallow beast! Who hath no capacity to love instead, an endless pit of torment where her heart should be. An addition of stress I labored under the collective scheme of those who absconded with my children such an action that triggered my mental and emotional faculties negatively a most sinister pain. Was there something, at my birth, that you, the creator, should have explained? I, youth, grand descendant of the emperor Sundiata Keita my mature life reflective to that of the biblical Job. Did you, Elohim the creator, devise my life to experience and endure pain? The strain upon my spirit loomed heavily supreme, because of the glass smoke I consistently ingested. Ultimately, there presented the dematerialization of my personalization. So, according to those facts of life it ceases me to promote any wonder of how my life has gestated my hatred which was emboldened by the thieves of my seeds prompted by a harbinger of toxic unifications – a devil sent to sever my loving patience. Creator, lo, I gripe because my distress is great the foundation – that night that my initial hero was slain unbeknownst to I that night would become the prelude to my life’s testimony. I have, since, stared into the eyes of men, who presumably, re-enacted my fate - lonely eternally heartbroken so they rejected to engage human compassion hermits components of communities comprised of other outcasts a kingdom of vast distances between denizens bleak. Creator, lo I am soon to quiet my grievances. I do appreciate that you awaken me and guide me into new days but, I must ask, still, why am I to persist in enduring a pain so pure? Down there, in the depths of my chest, my heart contemplates fear and abandonment my tears remain the testament of my citizenship the captive of an emotional void composed of a morbidly horrendous uncertainty they are poised to terminate and bury me. Creator, if I collapse of a broken heart before the eyes of them all, will you carry me? Yet, also, and still, if I expire alone my breath ceasing, in the absence of all, in my solitude, will you cover me?
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Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 12:52 PM UTC
Pain, will you cover me
Pain has terrorized me for an eternity. Creator, I have cried immensely I prostrate myself before you long ago, I believed I had submitted though, apparently submission befalls me this moment. How much stronger has my torment become over a period of many moons now I can suddenly comprehend the wailing proclamations of dying men their spirits suddenly snatched from the comforts of their varying delights. The knowledge is contained within physical flesh yes, contributing to the composition of memories – cognition still, those memories are compiled inside of cerebral creases – tissue. The same portions of knowledge are stored composing the affectionate and turbulent strings bonds that serve, only, to tether individuals intimately to one another. I can now feel, with precision, the agony of broken hearts continuously trampled upon or existing underneath the feet of fiends of malicious intent. Oh, how they play with the heart kisses and hugs that deceive my soul ensnaring my innocence inside of their selfish glee. Shallow beast! Who hath no capacity to love instead, an endless pit of torment where her heart should be. An addition of stress I labored under the collective scheme of those who absconded with my children such an action that triggered my mental and emotional faculties negatively a most sinister pain. Was there something, at my birth, that you, the creator, should have explained? I, youth, grand descendant of the emperor Sundiata Keita my mature life reflective to that of the biblical Job. Did you, Elohim the creator, devise my life to experience and endure pain? The strain upon my spirit loomed heavily supreme, because of the glass smoke I consistently ingested. Ultimately, there presented the dematerialization of my personalization. So, according to those facts of life it ceases me to promote any wonder of how my life has gestated my hatred which was emboldened by the thieves of my seeds prompted by a harbinger of toxic unifications – a devil sent to sever my loving patience. Creator, lo, I gripe because my distress is great the foundation – that night that my initial hero was slain unbeknownst to I that night would become the prelude to my life’s testimony. I have, since, stared into the eyes of men, who presumably, re-enacted my fate - lonely eternally heartbroken so they rejected to engage human compassion hermits components of communities comprised of other outcasts a kingdom of vast distances between denizens bleak. Creator, lo I am soon to quiet my grievances. I do appreciate that you awaken me and guide me into new days but, I must ask, still, why am I to persist in enduring a pain so pure? Down there, in the depths of my chest, my heart contemplates fear and abandonment my tears remain the testament of my citizenship the captive of an emotional void composed of a morbidly horrendous uncertainty they are poised to terminate and bury me. Creator, if I collapse of a broken heart before the eyes of them all, will you carry me? Yet, also, and still, if I expire alone my breath ceasing, in the absence of all, in my solitude, will you cover me?
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Good morning Ways open for us Doors open for us Mountains melt before us Rivers part ways Storms hold no sways Why? cos we're children of the most high Above whom there is no one else We're not afraid of the storms Because we have the prince of peace in the boat We just worry the boat won't hold if he doesn't wake up soon But then, he can make us and all that's ours walk upon the waters, Ride the storms as we would ride our boats He owns the storm, he'll teach us to pilot it, He'll give us a ship for the boat we lost Make the hurricane the vessel that takes us to where we need to be Anyways, it's win-win for us Cos we have JESUS
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 4:17 AM UTC
Win-Win for us
They opened up my mind, saw what was inside I no longer had a place to go I tore apart my flesh and fled, In a split second in time, I got lost in your tectonic breadth It was their delusional minds making you bleed to death Now your rifts and valleys, your glaciers under your crest your cracks where water reins Your sighs within these magnificent gaps... Flightless in your substance I fall, Rejoice like a moth in the flame
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 7:08 AM UTC
Rebecoming
Across the burnt field I carry my load I pierce the smoky expanse my energy flags I yearn for rest but the burden gets heavier I am alone and slog for both of us. I converse with my mind: “Please, a small spell to float this flood to higher ground. Find an ounce of push, then I can unravel.” A midnight exhaustion overtakes me I lay depleted at wits end I pray a surrender concede abandon my self gaunt, frail, devoid. Before sleep an appeal to a power greater than me deliver me from these ashes.
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
Deliver me...
Yearning, longing, asking — earnestly, do I seek you Unending, devastating — how long will this parched desert be my view? This woundedness brings a thousand muffled cries, chaotic, disturbing lies, and even more haunting nights; Nevertheless, I say to my soul, “Arise”, For one day, you shall see deliverance in Christ.
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 5:51 AM UTC
A Muffled Cry
Deliver me O Lord, from the desires of my selfish mind. Deliver me O Lord, from the recklessness of my defiled heart. Deliver me O Lord, or I won’t survive.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
A Prayer #1
For God So Loved the World that He gave his one and only begotten son For God so loved the World that He saw our sins and didn’t call it “done” For God so loved the world that He sent a lamb to be grown for slaughter For God so loved the world and we chose to hate us… harder and harder The Heaven rejoices, the night’s stars delight The night runs gleefully in a bright satin light The people around me, scurry with the customs. The people around me, quaff honey and merry The people around me, buried in delicatessens The world reminiscing in carols with cake ‘n wine But remember Christmas, not for its colour and pop ‘Tis the dawn of our deliverance by Love from atop For God So Loved the World that He gave his one and only begotten son For God so loved the World, that He paid a price in blood for us, bloodhounds For God so loved the World, and we chose to gracelessly trample our brothers For God so loved the World. and we chose to hate our kin, harder and harder. Harder and harder.
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 2:45 PM UTC
RED CHRISTMAS
Glum, chaotic musings Dark clouds hovering in my mind Torrential rains Of pain Anguish My composure, weary floodgates Ready to burst, crumble and fail I'm lost inside the caverns Of my soul. And suddenly, a spark of deliverance! As my fingers tap the keyboard Nothing but clicking sounds.
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Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 9:25 PM UTC
Workplace dread
The burdens I feel upon my knees When the troubles I have impose Is much too weighty to bear To my God I must pray God delivers me! How light I feel I fall down But get Up.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
On My Knees
Joseph Preston Kirk Nov 2013 From yesterday to tomorrow and today we find our way When my eyes can not see I will listen to her heart When my soul begins to feel what hers cannot express when my tongue is tied and can not speak to what sometimes my arms might not be able to reach when a loving embrace can not cut quite as deep when the fire burns yet yet the path is steep when direction has become a mystery and has no place and time has forgotten everything but this place when destiny calls but has been delayed and life has left you feeling tricked or betrayed when sadness has blinded you in distress and everything seems as if it's a mess when the troubles of the world have fallen upon your path and wont let up till it leaves an aftermath when our words are clouded and didnt quite come out right and paradise is missing and were alone somewhere in this night when fear has hidden what truth is already made known and 2 souls carry what cannot be shown It is then I will be reminded love withstands throughout any storm because with a little rain everything is made clean taking its previous form when passion rises and love withstands sadness can never withhold from love's demands and the beauty of for better or worse isnt what some say is a blessing or a curse the truth is that no matter what today might send tomorrow were still lovers and together in the end sometimes life might bring you flowers or maybe a memory of some forgotten discourse but cast aside your fear and remember love is the strongest and most powerful awesome force if today was tomorrow or even tomorrow was today I might even know what it is I have to say but since sometimes our words might not come until tomorrow and not today Ill just love you in silence kneel down and pray because the Lord already knows what we want to really say 'I love you baby and its all going to be OK" Lets just chalk it up to one of those days.
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:59 AM UTC
Trump warned them "Bad things were done here and yet I have the greatest respect for the Judicial System"
Joseph Preston Kirk Nov 2013 From yesterday to tomorrow and today we find our way When my eyes can not see I will listen to her heart When my soul begins to feel what hers cannot express when my tongue is tied and can not speak to what sometimes my arms might not be able to reach when a loving embrace can not cut quite as deep when the fire burns yet yet the path is steep when direction has become a mystery and has no place and time has forgotten everything but this place when destiny calls but has been delayed and life has left you feeling tricked or betrayed when sadness has blinded you in distress and everything seems as if it's a mess when the troubles of the world have fallen upon your path and wont let up till it leaves an aftermath when our words are clouded and didnt quite come out right and paradise is missing and were alone somewhere in this night when fear has hidden what truth is already made known and 2 souls carry what cannot be shown It is then I will be reminded love withstands throughout any storm because with a little rain everything is made clean taking its previous form when passion rises and love withstands sadness can never withhold from love's demands and the beauty of for better or worse isnt what some say is a blessing or a curse the truth is that no matter what today might send tomorrow were still lovers and together in the end sometimes life might bring you flowers or maybe a memory of some forgotten discourse but cast aside your fear and remember love is the strongest and most powerful awesome force if today was tomorrow or even tomorrow was today I might even know what it is I have to say but since sometimes our words might not come until tomorrow and not today Ill just love you in silence kneel down and pray because the Lord already knows what we want to really say 'I love you baby and its all going to be OK" Lets just chalk it up to one of those days.
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My stronger warrior soul is confused and lost Longing to be free from the visit of unpleasant thoughts For five years, I was a wanderer between the glorious light and the evil of darkness Which  seldom renders me adrift but often empty and frightened I would only try to dismiss the spell, the fight Then battle to find my soul and to restore my heart At length, amidst these giant storms and misery Never would my tongue reveal my real unutterable agony But the memories of the past became too haunting, more violent And now I’m at the edge of the dark and eternal uncertainty For sometime, I continued to believe that the nightmare was gone That my visions were blessed with joy, and my dreams were untroubled Suddenly, I awoke with the same frightful dream as before The devil visited me again in my hours of sleep Where did he get his powers and permission to torture me? I contemplated one more time and realized I understood why I dread my dreary destiny I have not completely forgiven the devil for what he has done to me So now to release myself from the chain of pain and suffering I’m breaking free from the sweet revenge I daily seek As I command my wings to flee from hell and whisper my forgiveness I heard a hymn from my  guardian angel’s melodic voice A wonderful prayer for my deliverance
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
I’ve Forgiven the Devil
Thoughts of death, Images of suicide; In my head, do they reside. I try to withdraw, I try to escape; But instead, my soul goes blank. The enemy encamps me, They want me so greatly; But my Father, keeps me proficiently. It's just for now, For the hour is approaching; The kingdom is at hand: my King is coming. Be not afraid, Ye children of God; Our Father in heaven, is more than a god. He suffered and died, For you and for all; Be not afraid, for Jesus won't fall.
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May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 3:10 PM UTC
Deliverance is Near
"...because their deeds were evil." (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXVIII) Lo, coffee just ere dinner, talking thence Of I forget what now, and that detail In passing of yes, "him" I in betrayl Still have a crush on--what is real? and, whence? So, pull up Instagram, to close it hence-- To find me snookered past erm, midnight, frail As aught excuse, and O! Thy Scriptures hail Me til I'd rather hear Thee, LORD, for sense. What have I done, that lies cavort in tour And feign they've substance like the Serpent too Long ere used to thus ****** in truth her That he deceived, and Adam? What is new? Thy mercies every morning. Save me, poor As asking from these lies' morass, won't You? 29Mar19d
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
"Men Loved Darkness Rather Than Light
It came from cloudless blue No herald of its fall Was served as heaven’s brew To quench the thirst of all To give to morn its dew And cause to tiller’s prance To wet dry ground anew With peace, joy, song, and dance A peace of spotless white Urged warring halves to join As weary eyes did sight The gleam of nature’s coin A joy of love’s consent Burned bright from empty core As ailing nose did scent The rise of petrichor A song to woe's distaste From voice of grateful praise As thirsting tongue did taste The ale of favour's daze A dance of festive tier On soles of arid sores As shutting ears did hear The tune of Angels' scores A comfort so surreal Set last of five to race As numbing nerves did feel The warmth of wet embrace It came from cloudless blue As touch of God’s good hand To bid fierce drought adieu With child for barren land Who looks not to years past But thanks the Lord laid bare Having found at long last The one for whom to care
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Petrichor II
There was once a drought that thundered through the land It stormed from north to south sparing neither head nor hand It came on the heels of may, to rob fields of their right Giving hunger to day then taking respite from night Sun came and moon thereafter, time and time again Yet the skies yielded no answer to the outcry of men ‘Cause fortune did reject the farmer’s desperate plea For sin of thankless neglect towards soil of sower’s glee Clouds massed in mocking grey, winds whispered hopeful lies Telling of a better day when we would hear the heavens’ cries Such was the willful drought that ended harvest’s reign Starving land of fruitful sprout till Mercy brought the rain I should say no more of the gloom through days of old But with words long withheld, tell of that which should be told.
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC
Petrichor I
#*God draws out the deepest, sharpest most tormenting pain in us brings it straight to the surface with raw nerves and ugly roots exposed then meets us right there in that exact place with the tender, soothing, healing balm of His love*#
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
Drawn