Brushed, By Love's Reasons
Sorting through a life of countless sin; breath beholding its shadows poured....
Pain, falling from regretful eyes as drops in blood; splashed upon those through gray
Ashes darkness touched; by these hands that have wiped their tears inside
This heart a million times while I, have bowed with my own soul unto the floor?!
O wretched man he said; whom shall deliver me from such guilt and shame ~
Spiritual struggles of flesh to face; and we were made sombers brittle that, reasons
May have their day as truth its way within; clay, by the light of the potters kiln....
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....“Wisdom, In Love Thus Formed” *
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