Brushed, By Love's Reasons

Sorting through a life of countless sin; breath beholding its shadows poured.... Pain, falling from regretful eyes as drops in blood; splashed upon those through gray Ashes darkness touched; by these hands that have wiped their tears inside This heart a million times while I, have bowed with my own soul unto the floor?! O wretched man he said; whom shall deliver me from such guilt and shame ~ Spiritual struggles of flesh to face; and we were made sombers brittle that, reasons May have their day as truth its way within; clay, by the light of the potters kiln.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ....“Wisdom, In Love Thus Formed” *