Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Deliverance #400
Deliverance Sorrow comes to each and all in subtle, wispy waves of wander, endless, self dependence whisked through empty graves that hold no answers only cancerous forms that death with death enslaves in never knowns that God's alone has overthroned when saved. |
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Deliverance #400
Deliverance #400