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Come [1]
In the brokenness of your tired soul, Come. With the shallowness of your weary faith, Come.
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Work in Progress
I see it Surfacing. A trickle of an emotion , that will soon become An ocean. Cold, Feelings of anger. Is it malice, Pride?
In the brokenness of your tired soul, Come. With the shallowness of your weary faith, Come.
I see it Surfacing. A trickle of an emotion , that will soon become An ocean. Cold, Feelings of anger. Is it malice, Pride?