Our Sins Are the Seeds
once more I bite of this tree
to learn more about thee
oh thy flesh is so weak
our sins are the seeds
rooted in this earth and
thus who fruit are we
no longer weary
to get through the storm
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2012
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