I thought I was of your faith
The value I had in knowing, was supposed to set me free.
I was remaining incomplete
I was pleased with no foundation to build on
The conclusion of my life course . . .
I still couldn't get the point
I craved the freedoms offered
But now I crave to be one through my basis of belief
I will not hold back from declaring my place with you
My purpose in Your purpose
- Author: Rayne (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2018 15:40
- Category: Unclassified
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