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God Does Not Condemn

HE I watch you fall short again, Thinking you’ve made a mess of perfection, Beating your mind Until your roots turn purple, But relief doesn’t come By that way. Long for a firmBear hug,A forehead against forehead,Deep cry— Soul wounds needMore than a Band-Aid. WILLIf I stopped and called on Grace,Will angels catch me, Or […]