Heaven.
Tangible as it is and holy as we hope
never going anywhere
ceasing for the day to come
Washing away our sins from our bloody hands
Praying for those we have healed
Letting time slowly slip by for we are no longer living in the moment
regretting the past is part of grief
confessing mistakes.
repeating the process
asking for forgiveness.
He loves us.
Always. Forever. Eternity.
- Author: Alexis ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2018 19:25
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by my church and loved ones that I have lost.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 11
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