The wound that just wouldn't heal. I hate to pick at scabs. But i did, and precious blood I see yet again.
Tonight, in contempt did I set eyes upon it.
I wont want to see it again.
No more picking on the scab. No more.
Mixture of Melodies in my heart. Waltzing to the harmonious tune, naffing about in a tutu. Phillipians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strenghteneth me.
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