the vowels that were spoken seem so long ago,
but they're wrote in blood not soon to fade,
thankful for the love that's been feedin' my soul,
i've been lazy and laid up all comfy in the shade,

forgettin' that this love i've been shown is for givin',
my hands are soft but my heart isn't that way anymore,
i've been selfish and forgot the reason that i'm livin',
my sins have been enough to make any heart sore,

in all my self loathing there's something i've forgotten,
my LORD wrote those vowels in HIS very own blood,
all this time all i had to do is ask and i'd be forgiven,
the cross HE took and all i have to do is preach that love.

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proverbs 17:28
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.

humble testimonies of redemption do alot for me, no matter what form they take.

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Karl /GODCENTRIC
Visionary Media
the creative submitted to the divine.
Husband of my amazing wife Aleshia
Klumsy@xtra.co.nz