She laid her head on the altar
wrapped around her arms.
Her heart was covered in
pressing pains and thorns.
She cried and cried for hours
until the altar's wood was clean.
Her arms sweaty
with tears in between.
Her tears seeped into her soul
as He touched her heart.
She felt better
and she knew that was a start.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2019 14:56
- Category: Religion
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Comments2
This piece is a good example of how Jesus is our healer. Sometimes, when all else fails, all we can do is cry to him.
Cry out to the Lord.
Persistence is key
😀
A fine write Crystal.
🙂
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