GloryA Poem by glorygrace&goldall the adrenaline, all at once.Victory is mine. I broke, I tore, I ripped, and roared. I took what was mine. And stole what was yours. I sank my teeth through and now I want more. Pride is a sin, but I'm not proud of my sin. I take what is mine, so I took all the glory. I'm not hurt, nor am sorry. I'm not sad, nor am worried. Because the victory is mine. I've snatched what was yours. the glory's all mine. and now I want more. © 2009 glorygrace&gold |
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Added on June 20, 2009 Authorglorygrace&goldAboutRomans 8:24-27 says this: For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see we eagerly wait for .. more..Writing
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