once again to strive, to beat it out over and over again. so worn, worked over with the intention to kill. to watch him die and smile at his dismay, his pain, my deliverance. my cleanliness a gift of freedom. my walk purified. my peace given by God.
what else is there after slipping away, when every thing is silent and nothing else is around? alone. looking deep inside. hearing the echo of my soul, no one can know.
in these times of silence, these times of separation, i find there is a void that rises up, a peace that brings my tears, a comfort that no one else can offer.
so why do people run away? why do they look elsewhere an base their self on opinions when the truth is so evident that this God of love is so constant? destruction and storms. my Jesus stands to help.
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