April 13, 2010 by Rieshy

Deliverance trickles, washes, floods.

Brain clicks, thinks, wonders, worries.  Confined and dusty.
Trapped, bouncing, it hurries; untrustworthy in it's isolation. 

Belief can't be worked by cogitation, wrapped in lonely musty thoughts.  

Grace is lived outside-in but Faith is inside-out.

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Anonymous said...

That was very beautiful.

My Mercurial Nature said...

As the Girl said...that was beautiful. Very touching.

Betsy said...

Beautiful! I especially love the last line - it is so true.

linda said...

I love this!

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