“… words gifted on the Herring Run in Baltimore City …”
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Our prison
“… with no bars …”
As the water rises
“instead of fleeing …”
Those streams of fear
“under the false pretenses …”
To the weary traveler
“the trail beckons …”
Thoughts on pause
“those distractions that …”
Longing for grace
As I stood here engrossed in thought, wondering. If I aspire to see God’s face. Knowing that this fixation will ensure that I remain unencumbered, by that which would serve to distract me from my freedom. That being said, why is this endeavor wraught with so much difficulty? The distractions of my journey have theContinue reading “Longing for grace”
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