My strength is gone
Dry
Like jars of wine
Emptied, poured out
through crowds
through time
through everything
I kneel
Collapse
At your bloody
dusty, cold
dead feet
I pour my everything
I give it to you
Make me like you
Make me new
Let me burn
till my marrow burns
and my soul is consumed with Your love
"Behold, I make all things new."
About Me
- Itzcoatl
- Parlier, CA, United States
- Hey guys. Its Brother Carlos. Let me know what you guys want to see. This site is for you guys. If you want me to put something up let me know. Email me at carlos.bs.designs@gmail.com
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