Puddles of mercy greet me Do not jump over, they clamor Soak your shoes through Let your socks be saturated with grace You have cried … ThanksgivingRead more
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The Day the Cross Became Holy
Not holy, far from holy The crucible of criminals Rugged, fouled, stained. So Holy, pressed with Holy The throne of regality Rugged, pure, stained.
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Let them shake
Let them shake. The fibers lining the bosom of that horn. That horn once worn as a crown by another. Another who laid down to … Let them shakeRead more