My heart is scrawled on dirty napkins in the moments between heart break and bitterness. Filth forever ingrains my being. Worse evenso because I am breaking my own heart. I give myself over to the desires and cravings of an infiltrated being, existing in a cosmic war. Oh lord, speak your sweet graces to me as I wander and hope and plead for forgiveness. Draw me further into your light, until darkness rests no more on this still beating heart.
Romans 5:8–But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.
-A World Changer