Here is a compilation of things that I've written since the summer. Short little chunks of thoughts to God, venting about my great grandfather's death, frustration, sleeplessness, the list goes on.
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This one is totally a rip off of a million different songs and a million different people's ideas:
These fig leaves aren't enough to cover my shame or my sin. My broken promises scream from beneath these chunks of uprooted plant as I try to pull the wool over Your eyes.
No one told me I was naked, I've known it all along and You've know my faithlessness & yet you have clothed me in righteousness.
Amazing love, unending grace.
9|17|09
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