a prodigal past
in pursuit of methodical fasts
day to day
I've lost my way again, I'm kneeling at the cross to make amends
BoRhyme
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CATEGORY
just different
a prodigal past
in pursuit of methodical fasts
day to day
I've lost my way again, I'm kneeling at the cross to make amends
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The Immortal Wize says: Yes it is so true that we all fall short but in those times we always know what to do. Thank You my brother for this deep piece of wisdom. much respect! |
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2b2b2 says: Power Share....Amen |
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LP45 says: Great write BoRhyme. And I agree with all previous comments. Thank you so much for sharing this. Peace. |
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