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Haunting PastsMy heart aches, because of my sinful ways. My past always haunts me, I long for brighter days. I want to be free, from the things I have done. My spirit is tired, I can no longer run. For years I have suffered, the guilt wouldn't cease. I needed forgiveness, my heart longed for peace. In Christ I have found, all that I need, from the past I'm forgiven. from bondage I'm freed. Kelley Marie Quinn Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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