Scars and scars,Running deeper than the blue,Bolted, iron cast bars,Locked, binding them too. Sharp, barbed wire,Tangling all insane,And bricks laid heavy,Keeping in the pain. Layers upon layers,Of burdens I bear,A well dug deep,With torment down there. Under the scars,My weary old soul,Where is the hope,To heal me whole? Jesus came to me,Via a friend,He showedContinue reading “Healed”
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Uttering from Jenn's Pen 