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Pink Roses
I have seen the world and been of the world. Only, every bite of the world begot more hunger.
I have worn pants and climbed as far as the ladder. With a full-on career in service, I feel most empty even with a positive balance in the account.
My dreams are now of pink roses; a small country house by the lake facing the mountain, a partner to keep me laughing and these beautiful triplets complete my joy!"
I had thought to feed the world. Instead, the world made a feast on me.
It's only in My Lord Jesus Christ I'm sate.
I have worn pants and climbed as far as the ladder. With a full-on career in service, I feel most empty even with a positive balance in the account.
My dreams are now of pink roses; a small country house by the lake facing the mountain, a partner to keep me laughing and these beautiful triplets complete my joy!"
I had thought to feed the world. Instead, the world made a feast on me.
It's only in My Lord Jesus Christ I'm sate.
Published 20th Jan 2024
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21st Jan 2024 4:36am
21st Jan 2024 1:21am
I remember you, Peninnah, from another world, where you were already awesome. Now this banquet of pink roses and you delights the senses to their most wanton excesses. It's the innocence that I like -- the unblemished, childlike openness. What I find absolutely enthralling is how the insatiability of your former hunger for more bites of the world seems to have left you so completely satiated. It must be because, in your search, you have found Jesus.
Now you are "The Blue Rose" reminiscing on "Pink Roses."
Well done!
cab
Now you are "The Blue Rose" reminiscing on "Pink Roses."
Well done!
cab
Oh my dear Cabcool! You are a sight for sore eyes and, the beauty in your words are a ray of sunrise on a wet Sunday morning!
Howdy! I pray you're well? I must say, this line: ["Now you are "The Blue Rose" reminiscing on "Pink Roses." "] is a five star poem by itself! Tank Yuh~
Oh well! Wisdom and I had a sat down and we agreed, if Jesus Christ will not be the Pilot, there will be no need to take the flight! Do you know the Lord my dear? Haha! I can already hear 'ur Granni asking, " Cabbi, yuh taken care of your Lord today?"
XOXO!!!
Howdy! I pray you're well? I must say, this line: ["Now you are "The Blue Rose" reminiscing on "Pink Roses." "] is a five star poem by itself! Tank Yuh~
Oh well! Wisdom and I had a sat down and we agreed, if Jesus Christ will not be the Pilot, there will be no need to take the flight! Do you know the Lord my dear? Haha! I can already hear 'ur Granni asking, " Cabbi, yuh taken care of your Lord today?"
XOXO!!!
