Transparent.
Breakable.
Reusable.
All for the glory of God.
It is this that I aim to be. Oh God, stain me with your color. May I be a window into your own heart.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Fading Deer
Spirit like a fading deer; Arrow pierced side. Still. Silent. Eyes of fear; too exhausted to stay alive.
She lays and waits for death, How it comes all too slow. Waiting. Panting. Visible breath; But wakes to see the morrow.
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