For the sweetness of reconciliation, and a heart broken of it's... Pride yolk.
The way God disciplines His children.
Me.
Hurts so good.
Worn out from weeping.
Humility, a clean dress.
The only one that fits me right.
And feels right on.
I lay down low and good and God.
And adjust to all that making holy.
Of a woman after HIM.
No.
HE is not a safe God.
Give HIM your life.
Bless His Name, Friend.
HE will take it.
ALL,
Bernadette
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