Truly, truly I say unto you...unless a kernal of wheat die, it can never produce fruit....
Armor of mine.
Protective Barrier,
Keep out the elements.
Protect my insides.
Jesus save me. Only You.
Change me.
Form me from the inside out.
Let the tomb of bright expression
Press into the sunlight
As the darkness longs for You.
And I long too.
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