
It started small,
This tiny rage,
That built a fire
Then burst ablaze.
To now engulf
The gifts once held,
Leaving ashes
With an empty shell.
James 1:14-17
But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed. Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.
Do not err, my beloved brethren. Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.


very powerful, thanks for sharing. and happy sunday!
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Thank you! You, as well!
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I love your poem! Thank you so much for sharing the talent. God has given you! From a heart of love! Have a wonderful Lords day!
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You have a wonderful day as well! Thanks for the encouragement!
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