Pleasure, what do you have for me?
You are a treasure that broke before it was made, food which expired aeons ago.
Profit, what could you give me?
You are overflow from a greedy man's pocket, which he forgot to lock, leaking all his secrets.
Publicity, you are nothing to me.
How could you be anything, when everyone who sees through your lens hates me?
Pain, you cannot shame me.
He who heals my wounds also unwinds you from my throat.
O Peace of Infinity, you are so Good to me.
How shall I serve Thee? 🤍
About the Creator
Amelia Mapstone
Welcome to my blog of Christ-conscious prose, poetry, and praise. ✍🏼 ✝️
I hope you find a piece of Peace with wisdom and understanding. God bless you and your tribe. X
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