Prod me with Your loving hands

Prod me with Your loving hands

House of Wines

Prod me with Your loving hands,
Stir me from my deep impasse.
I long to flee this stagnant rut;

My soul, my prison, deadened lot,
Which end is just to taste Your wrath;
So set me on the narrow path.
Thorns and thistles …

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  • claradxf

    haha, nice singsing, who plays the guitar ?

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