Tears on the soul, rips the mind
Stimulates foul, defeats mankind
The antithesis of trust, it attacks from within
Creeping and clawing, the result of sin
Run to the roar, find what you miss
A psychological game, sure to be a twist
It kills, it maims, bring it to bare
Shame is its root, truth its corsair
One’s got it all, in Him no demise
Take heed the fool…the fool becomes wise.
FAITH
Trevor
Friday, April 15, 2005
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