Pain

Beginning with the juicy bite of a red, sweet, green, sour snow-white fruit. The teeth chattering with sinful pain down to the narcissistic root. The cross, Christ’s sacrifice, finished the demonic dispute. 2/7/2023
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Baker Avatar
February 11, 2023 at 4:04 PM
Swell, in a nut shell. You said it all! Great write my friend. Bill
Kendrick Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 7:38 AM
I like how you describe the fruit of the garden that once eaten brought forth the inherited sinful nature of mankind until Jesus. I appreciate you sharing this faith-based work. Your visits to my page add such a nice touch. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 9:07 AM
Thank you, Sara!
Buhagiar Avatar
February 7, 2023 at 11:09 PM
He took on his shoulders all the sins of this world, from the beginning to the end. Hugs
Rodrigues Avatar
February 8, 2023 at 5:50 AM
The weight of that, no man could handle.
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