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New to RV
From: Coventry...over the pond (uk) |
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Crying in the chapel.
IP:
Crying in the chapel.
The feeling in my body becomes numb, as my knees weaken…
I fall to the grace of Jesus, my Shepard… Time seems to fade…
The breath that condensed my soul fills my eyes with rain…
Beads of tears congregate my view of sorrow.
The windows to my soul free the pain, released into vapour…
My being is complete in his word, peace at-last is my saviour…
My sin confession, the chains loosen their grip on my heart…
Memories fade away onto the golden words of his grace.
As I begin to rise to my feet, I sense the sorrow had found its escape…
I walk a little, with him by my mind side, not seduced by Lucifer…
I am celibate to animosity, free from atrocities, love with-in…
The doors slam open, the sun renders me temporarily blinded.
I hear a bird singing songs of freedom and pains fallen from grace…
In the distance a glimmer of strength eases my solemn face into a smile…
A whisper in the dark tells me my demons are no more, free from form…
Caressed by love of my lord, another angel returns home in his love light.
I am free. |