I held the nails,
and yet He hugged me
I was dry and empty,
and yet He gave His life for me
I was a pitiful wanderer,
and yet He guide me
My hand was stained,
yet He hold me
I am afraid and lost,
and yet He gave me His presence
I was never needed by God,
but always been loved by Him
✒️Yssa
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Poetries for the King
PoetryI would always love to go back to that time. The time when I was absolutely nobody, but Christ set me free. -Yssa
