Paradoxically, there's a synergy between good and evil.
While good times can lead astray,
Bad times seems to unite people
Good times may cause us to forget about God,
While bad times oft causes us to sink deeper
And during the struggle between light and dark
Where sin abounded, grace did much more abound
Like the morning sky at the break of dawn
Or the blazing sun after no-matter-how-dreadful a storm.
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Clay
PoetryA collection of poems flowing like a river from a heart made of clay, as it groans while being molded and when fired, screams in pain; yet rests in the knowledge that the Potter's handiwork will certainly be great.
