Secured Weapon


How horrible to wake one day and see what I have done!

How beautiful to see new life, so firm in me begun!

How many souls had withered away while I was having “fun”.

How precious is the knowledge that again they won’t be done;

Those empty acts of selfish pride, shot out as if a gun.

Holstered now because of He who is the Holy One.

By His Grace

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