When I hear the news that someone else has gotten the gift I've yet to open,
My heart closes the shades and my throat crisscrosses into a knot.
It is then that I take my unknowing chest
And tell it, “Stop heaving and rest.”
Because He knows what I don't and sees each brick as it is laid,
Making a mansion where I thought a grave.
Raeford by Courtney Ann Harris
Redemption fell on a golden afternoon After four months of knowing failure Every moment dropped the heavy load in its hands and Fell down on its knees exclaiming, “Oh, how he changes ...
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He Holds My Tears by DM Bucher
Marcus Paulo Prado I plead for mercy.Broken within;Agonies of regret. I seek compassionIn my weakness,I cry Rescue!Does He hear? Tears cannot cleanseThe wounds of regret.Tears though riv...
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