Poems of Lighthouse Bob
His Arms Still Open Wide #121
Struggling from harmful things done to me in my past by someone in my life, the curse of sin was cast. Loosing my innocence through one whom I depend and it seems eternal, my hurts will never end. Like corrupt Absalom who hung up in a tree between God's earth and sky, sin lives in front of me. Suspended up somewhere between heaven and hell alive in the cosmos, the curse of sin doth dwell. As judging creation among angels who sing stumbling on decadence, I'll stand before my King. For in my ignorance of knowing why He died comes the realization, His arms still open wide. -Lighthouse Bob |
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His Arms Still Open Wide #121
His Arms Still Open Wide #121