For Love, Poetry

HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse.

Dear Abba, One too many compromises later, my life is unattractive. I'm constantly walking in defeat, and living below Your standards. How can you love me still? Dear Child, I love you unconditionally, My trip to Calvary covered it all. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would know that I… Continue reading HIs Heartbeat, Her Pulse.