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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4 comments:
That was very beautiful.
As the Girl said...that was beautiful. Very touching.
Beautiful! I especially love the last line - it is so true.
I love this!
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