What can wash away my sins?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
That is the story of my youth.
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
That is the story of my youth.
My family taught me that everything was on a cross.
And I didn't see their cross.
I didn't see their rules.
That was not my home.
But it was certainly meant to be mine.
We are what who we are raised to be right?
That is not my path despite my habits.
I am more.
My home is more.
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j.d. davis
Seeker. Thinker. Melancholy. Conflicted believer. Evolving human. Bipolar being. And sometimes I use bad words.
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