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RE: The Gods Who Strike With Golden Iron Rod

in #poetry • 8 years ago (edited)

A moving poem calling out the feeble false dieties and the promises that fail our mortal souls. A glorious testament to the Savior whose blood can cleanse and revive us. I love

a whistling sounds hit the Word scraping the fleshly wounded frailty frame, I bowed degraded!
Imputing the blood unto my vein, its course the life to epiphaneia, in perpetuity!

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     8 years ago 

    I know you'll be able to decipher this simple poem. And yes, cleanse and reviving us from our infirmities only by the blood of the Savior!

    Thanks wandrose7!

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