• kaftee 9w

    I'm Slain, Encapsulated by this God,
    This bond with this my Lord,
    It set me free.
    And in due time,
    He'd calm this storm,
    He'd strip this veil of shame,
    From my wounded face,
    He'd wipe these tears away,
    With a rain of Praise.
    And in due time...this dark will pass away.