Beholding your likeness
Through wild stone and carved arches through close observation of seasons changing through pain and grace coinciding on a concerned forehead in lines of colour going on, seemingly without end.
Psalm 17: 1-7, 15 (NIV-UK)
1 Hear me, Lord, my plea is just; listen to my cry. Hear my prayer – it does not rise from deceitful lips. 2 Let my vindication…
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