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A confession yelled in the wilderness- in pursuit of repentance, redemption, and salvation.
I am a broken vessel gathered by grace and mercy- an unmerited favor.
I am the one He saved.
I write not as a judge, but as a witness- a daughter of the Merciful God who loved me when I doubted Him, still chose me when I rejected Him, forgave me when I betrayed Him, and who clothed me when I bled crimson.
These poems are the realization of the sacrifice of a Perfect Lamb inhumanely punished for the sins of humanity- my sins.
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