Come rest by His streams of mercy.
Drink His goodness til you find the well never dries.
And while He is sandpapering away the parts of you that don't reflect His final masterpiece,
Submerge yourself into His river of grace.
This river will heal your wounds and will not freeze when the night turns cold.
Turn your face to His rays of rejuvenation and bask in His sovereignty.
When you have returned, once again, with your tail between your legs, kneel and kiss His feet of forgiveness.
Find solace in His streams of love, which run red for you.
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Kate Calvin
22. Wannabe world traveler. Wannabe perfect wife.
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