Beth PazSlow trudging to doorbells ring
shadows in the corner of my heart
stale leftovers of compassion
met by
him, her,
what I expected…
…
porch light was on,
But I missed the disguise of Jesus.
Slow trudging to doorbells ring
shadows in the corner of my heart
stale leftovers of compassion
met by
him, her,
what I expected…
…
porch light was on,
But I missed the disguise of Jesus.
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