The beauty of a treasure is its rarity. The worth of it lies in its singularity. Diamonds vary but they are plenty, Gold is easily bought and sold- but there's only one God who is alive, His Name is Christ.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Poem: Not Enough
From deep within us rises this feeling that we aren't enough.
It's like a disease scattered through the blood,
we need a transfusion of love. so you spilled your blood.
You stood up for us when nothing but your blood could cover us.
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