Worthy
Sonora Roman
I approach
Burdens in hand
Every unforgiven thing,
Not by you but by me
Sits on the edge of my heart
As I place these stones,
that built my condemnation,
down,at your feet
Lay down these pieces of me
and my unforgiveness
of myself
Your kingdom's gates open
and Your grace full waters
flow from my eyes
Cleaning them to see,
the me you've made me to be,
Worthy.
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PoetryA collection of poems I have written in the last couple of years.
