The Breach...
A masterpiece ruptured
An open wound, no suture
Bleeding away, man's future
Broken bounds, broken bonds
Pained hearts, pining souls
Foraging to fill an unfillable hole
Educated, agitated, frustrated
Mind constantly pondering
Feet ceaselessly wandering
No solution, just more options
Options breeding more problems
And no man apt to solve them
But there is a God on high
A healer of those that seek
The Repairer of the breach
And they that shall be of thee shall build the old waste places: thou shalt raise up the foundations of many generations; and thou shalt be called, The repairer of the breach, The restorer of paths to dwell in. Is58:12
RevLDReedSr
I Owe JESUS
1/19/14
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