A poem about how we all have sinful hearts and are born with that. But that Christ died so that He would not longer see sin, but only the conquering o..
We all struggle on the inside. We feel dead. cold and alone. Dark and light are always waging war on our hearts, but we have to choose which to follow..
We all mess up, we all get to a place in life where we don't recognize the person in the mirror. But we are never to far to come back to who we used t..
This is a small poem simply about the inward struggle that I face with my relationship in Christ and how it is in the stillness I am reminded who I am..