Visiting Carlsbad Caverns, one feature was the bottomless pit, not truly bottomless, but led to the thoughts of this poem.
Pondering the bottomless pit? Why not reflect on the goodness of God? The depths of His love - His bottomless grace; with eagle’s wings, we rise, exploding into His neverending paradise. In contrast, the bottomless pit of shame, selfishness, madness, leaves no room for goodness.
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