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My soul's sovereign Physician finally gave the verdict… …I'm afflicted with loathsome sin-cancer He did predict… … stinking with hypocrisy's denial, I clung to healing* divine smiting pride's virus with His compassionate “You’re mine.”
*Malachi 4:2 But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings… September 22, 2020

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Date: 9/22/2020 4:01:00 PM
Love how you roll these ideas around in your mind and formulate your poetey!
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