Grace & Good WillA Poem by openbsd girl
Peace is a cloud,
high above us; and yet its presence signals, the rain. The reign, for Christ is coming! Cultivate the earth with prayer, shed many acts of mercy; for grace, from God, given freely from his bosom, desires that we toil, slave, and sacrifice. Yet what use is a worker, who slaves to dig a well; then poisons it, killing his brothers & sisters. So pray for this most notably: the desire to be holy. All else said in prayer, is said in vain; without a movement of the will, to become righteous people unto God. © 2024 openbsd girl |
StatsAuthoropenbsd girlBishkek, KyrgyzstanAboutI'm a post, narcissist, and scapegoat for THE APOCALYPSE! more..Writing
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