Forgive This Little Ministry

Forgive my hope abounding sometimes in oft proclaim became truth so surrounding, than lassified pofane! Forgive the years rebounding of asking for thy care if sin reclaimed the pounding of erstwhile truth's reshare! Sullied, tempified that understanding's tred the glory that was come of God in man, went to his head! And so the preacher, bonifide though sincere in his sted seems more a milked down stereotype while Christ the risen . . bled! Do comfort more the mind's insight to hold truth in its led the hope of man so glorified, humiliations . . . shed!