"OUR DIRTY LAUNDRY"
December 8, 2022
Since our tears have been revealed, as the water that is spilled, from raining and leaking eyes
When our soul has been broken, and no words can be spoken, that will give peace to a soul that’s tired.
I wonder how God would express, the pain that’s in His chest, when He looks down on this earth
That He loved to the extent, that His only son was sent, to pay a price that no man is worth.
Whenever the Lord cries, the clouds become His eyes, and the rain is the tears He sheds
Trying to cleanse this world of filth, that’s why Noah’s ark was built, to...