He spoke a word
The souls of two lambs were sewn together
Like when the sunset meets the rising moon
She doesn't complete her
But she gifts her the robe she wears and clothes her with her armor
And I'm reminded that I've been written into the book of life with her
I look at her and feel Gods goodness.
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Author:
Claudia Paola (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2023 23:09
- Category: Spiritual
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