Put away the talk, the thoughts,
The clatter of self-righteous profanity
Orbiting abilities and results-
These things are vanity.
Put on the cross, the means of grace,
That crushes to death the heart of sin,
For we are a peculiar race,
Whose means justify our end.
December 23rd, 2013 at 8:26 pm
Jaw-droppingly good! 😀
December 24th, 2013 at 2:13 am
I don’t even know how to respond. I’m so honored you are reading these, and that you like any of them. Thank you. 😀 From the bottom of my heart; thank you.