Lord Above, thank you for watching over me, when I am losing my way, My soul hurts sometimes, far worse than my bones, I cannot think, I cannot seem to feel whole again Yet, when I get down on knees to pray, You listen. My thoughts spill over, my soul pieces itself back together, You … Continue reading Lord Above: A Prayer
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Blemish
So what's perfection anyway? And why do I not have it?


