Self Condemned
A simple message Ma'am,
God loves you.
"Yes," she says, "I know."
Yet tears begin to flow.
How wicked is that plan
That condemns a man to God
And also God to man.
That condemnation does not cease,
And so often false believed,
Robs us of all heaven's peace.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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