Thursday, 19 September 2019

Miscellanies 114

I have faults that if they were displayed would reach the stars. And in all of my troubles, none bring me so much sorrow than sin, yea sin is the cause of all of my deep miseries. Am I melancholy? I can tell you it is because of sin and I have no inward sunshine.

K.Oni

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