It's about Him.
Laying all at His feet,
Letting go but not as Swift,
Leaving everything as he deemed pleasing,
Looking and Lurking for the mortal wanderer,
Lies retold as the truth unfolds,
Liberty at last, springing forth a lost cause,
Labels drag doomed to the bars with knotted hands,
Looking back, the images flash in hindsight,
Love at its peak, the separation its crux,
Lash of the flash,
"Cut it!"
And now,
We're back.
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She is A Strong Nation
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She Is A Strong Nation
Poetry"Beauty in the broken" Receive the breaking to become broken, Release the insurgency to regain freedom And embody healing. There's truly beauty, wholeness, comfort, humility, passion and Fire for Love and All God embodies, in the broken; where sight...
