What do you see?
A shell?
A pilgrim?
A man or woman, to be.
Help!
I am shouting out for the world to be saved
We can all play our part, messages are merely relayed.
But when you shout
It’s a cry out to God,
We look to him always, you can’t deny they are not words from which are you said
Soon I will pontificate, and I shan’t go to bed.
I look in the mirror
A child of God, protected for which I am
As long I stay prayerful in the spirit, then I continue to accept the slain across the lamb.
Jason
17th January 2023
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