Borderlands
Out here in these shadowy lands
No other soul to be found
Where I walk endlessly along the border
And find myself camping alone
Like Jesus must have done
Maybe this a place even He won’t go
They say if you go too far in you’ll burn up
But I’ve seen some come back across
Somehow changed
They’ve all become their scars
August 20, 2020
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