Never free
God bless it of me, the broken,god bless it of many hurting,
god bless it of ones who are lost.
For he so loves his people,
for he gave us himself with pain of grace,
with each march he led toward calvary,
with the weight on his back to wash away
and make us anew.
for each step he took to calvary mountain tops
was made for us in sacrifice.
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Edger allen poe inspires me too write poetry. I also like the color red. I have Adhd and autism. they/she/them/her
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