Sin seeps like a,
poison.
Its roots run deep.
Gardens once rich,
now black with rot.
Pride’s thorny wasteland.
But don’t think twice,
to turn around.
Even though you,
have been undone.
Guilt nor barbs,
keep you ensnared.
Love knows no bounds.
He wants you home.
And that road is green,
and lined with lilies.
They are garbed in,
the purest white.
❤
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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Sin is a sinker but because we have Christ who is able to cleanse us, we are but a cleaned vessel.
Thanks Marie
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Beautiful poem. Love the imagery
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