Love Keeps No Record of Wrong
We have many faults in our lives
that we have such strong holds that
aren't dealt with. They eventually
consume us. Though we try to save
our selves when we know deep
down that we cant. That we are
recovering that then by walking in
the spirit we shall not fight with
lust itself. That we are loved
because we are the broken and the
hurting that we know peace is
brought to our situations. Wanting
the shackles that hold our wrists,
our ankles, and, our hearts to fall
upon the floor in front of our feet.
To be free. To live life to its
fullest, not to tear each other
down, to be consumed by one
another that will later lead to
destruction but to build up.
But choosing to love makes it worth it;
love is patient it lets go and
Who are we to judge?
Are we growing in grace.
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