Drawing nigh


The loss of defeat

But then the strength of peace

Kicks out the bloody pits

No more retreats

Only the spirit of redemption

The prodical me

A daughter who fell and stumbled on her knees,

In this weary land, rocks and debris

Out of depths of deciet

The horrish defeat

Now on my way back

To righteous understanding, wisdom and love

The green pastures of grace

I am forgiven of my treacherous state

Clinging to my blessed hope

The one whos love is forever dipped in blood

Graciously pardoned me

And sought my love

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