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Make Me a Way

My way not yours
The path of the just
Re-kindle to rust
Grinded to the dust
With no believing gut

Howbeit to believing
Not to be existing
The future of my reading
In my meditating
At the cross over of a thing

ON the show at the cross
A path in gross
In my tears I burst
To see how he was slain
Agony of disdain

A prize is paid
For me not to be raid
So that I can be grade
Never to derail
The path of raid.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 11/27/2024 2:10:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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