Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Redeeming White

Wiping the spit from my eye,
            You take my hand,
                        We  can fly.
Sober, am I?
            Love is Thy.
                        I shall live though you had die.
Just to clarify.
            Without you, I am nigh.
                        Sin, I cannot justify.
                                    Yet, through grace, I’m purified.

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