Though we are faithless, He is faithful. Though we change, He never will.
Friday, February 19
beauty in death, redemption in fading
fair but forlorn in a withering way.
safe total loss, gracefully dying.
you paused not to nap, not to loiter or play;
but diligent, finished the task of your heart
quitting for nothing but falling apart.
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