Trueborn
No words of my own yet they are free unbound flowing along winding but on course free for all yet not a brawl at all see here you are freely given so freely give couplet in reverse not rehearsed double it for I am free from the curse incorruptible seed sown on good ground dying to self that life may abound born again to be a slave of the wind storms of this life have an end free like the sea running like a mustang fruit of the tree falling
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014
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