Tuesday 1 October 2019

The Joy of confession

How I have fallen! Oh, how I have fallen that in all my trials I have not remained steadfast. Yea, against lust, I have fallen. Against truth, I have fallen. And against love, oh that sweet tree that is planted in the sweet garden, I have fallen bitterly short. But His love is steadfast. His love remains unchanging towards me! O restore to me the joy of your salvation. 

K.Oni

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