Listed for Sale
What a shame to sell your well-worn heart
to the lowest bidder
To the chief architect of
the eternal bait-and-switch
Better by far, to hold out for Heaven
To hold out
for the balm that heals all scars
Where the Master, who is
the Light of Glory
Makes you who were poor
eternally rich
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We Wrestle Not...
PoetryThird in the [A Sinner's Diary] Series Ephesians 6:12 (KJV) For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
