I have a bold confusion
Could be I am right
Subtle trepidation
With God I cannot fight
With all the proselytization
It might give some relief
To think your situation
May not be up the creek
I am at the conclusion
Not caring who you are
My focus, like an illusion
Is on the bright and morning star
Eternity for all those
Written on their heart
One God, one race, all nations
The thief to depart.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Nicely written this one asks whose side you are on and confuses with a few images. Well done
Valiantstar, I like the openness here. Faith doesn’t always hand us tidy answers, but it can certainly change how we look at one another. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Good write 2. Yes - prosely-wotsit! lol. I can't say it after a gin or two. lol. Proshy-lie-iesh-sation is it?
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