“Profoundly
ignorant, a fool mocks Truth, and tightly clings to lies as though
they're gold. He rants them forth, in manner quite uncouth; he bought
them wholesale, back in days of old. His mind is constipated, darkly
set; his words like gas that's long been held within. He's full of
crap as anyone could get, and doesn't care 'bout love, just wants ta
win. Lord, bless his mind with sanity today, and help it get unbound
and fully free. Please, help his heart choose life, while yet it may,
and help him know he's loved, by You and me!”
Copyright 2016 by Stephen C. Gifford
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