Heartbreak for the breakthrough.
Something He saw, something He knew,
Pain He repaired,
With agape He cared.
My eyes are a lamp, tears shed with blood.
I now seek the five crowns, eyes anointed by mud.
A bearer of light, a bringer of truth,
All to Christ I owe, this is forsooth.
The white stone,
His death did atone.
Healed with a prayer, healed with laid hands.
Great is His mercy, and greater His plans.
Too focused on ezer, divided in heart,
My efforts wasted when I lose sight of what’s bought.
Though given a vow, it was too quickly dismissed,
Now eros is dead, but His grace I have kissed.
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