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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Unequally yoked didn't deny common grace in an atheistic womb. Half of the prayers were enough for him. Blessed in health and time, but reckless in his early years. Under other tapestries laid all those fine linens of Egypt. In each embrace, I placed a wager on just how slow your anger. The hypocrite damns their own house. Demons perched on the edge of puberty, filled my son's eyes hopeless and left his rare word—flat. Paper towels the papyrus of superficial coping lines of scabs formed sleeves of braille as the wages of sin reached for my son's throat mocking two inpatient stays hanging in a precarious chemical salvation. Another orphan from faith and repentance disobeyed, juxtaposed with Job who lost ten. Fear cultivated the prayers that grew the humility that put your Son on the Cross, and wouldn't gamble with mine. Your general call turned effectual A new volition has moved my son to gather with those that feed the hunger from the table of the Word. When the hand of Grace shakes the elect from their own slumber in The Storm on the Sea of Galilee. Taken back from Rembrandt's thieves, no longer hidden away. Beyond Jonah's anger that killed the vine, and desecrated memories of seized temples roam those ghosts of the giants of Lebanon. Every idle word winnows the threshing floor forever the wheat from the tare. The solace that the chosen are given in this life's labor under The Cross that the world must hate, divine regeneration gives the measures of reverence and gratitude for every thorn on this side, and your Heaven full of treasures.
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