He's Able
To be frank my love is fragile
It's not as free as I thought
Although my adoption is final
Agape, I am not able
The adoration of The One
A gift given so freely
Yet, I choose to not mirror it
Because my funk has depleted me
The apples I chose to eat
Has sent me off the cliff
But He pulled the rug from under death
So He's able able able to free my fragile heart
It's not as free as I thought
Although my adoption is final
Agape, I am not able
The adoration of The One
A gift given so freely
Yet, I choose to not mirror it
Because my funk has depleted me
The apples I chose to eat
Has sent me off the cliff
But He pulled the rug from under death
So He's able able able to free my fragile heart
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ReplyDeleteI need a name for this poem. so what do you got :)
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