Sweet Cause
The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
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You behold my inner groaning. You grieve within me. Low pitched moaning Stir my depths, Awaiting promised vindication. No eye, but Yours, Beholds the river of unspent tears, Hidden from the world of...
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You behold my inner groaning. You grieve within me. Low pitched moaning Stir my depths, Awaiting promised vindication. No eye, but Yours, Beholds the river of unspent tears, Hidden from the world of...
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The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
View ArticleSweet Cause
The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
View ArticleSweet Cause
The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
View ArticleSweet Cause
The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
View ArticleSweet Cause
The world of men is full of accusers, Innocent as doves in their own eyes. Only the sinner finds a place at Your table, Garbed, no longer in rotting rags, But in wedding dress and festive best. The...
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