After being frazzled, drained. I long for the day of redemption; when sin and death both pass away. Purity, a longing deep within me, but a passive spirit holds my longing at bay. My hands yearn for their work, but both are frozen. Indecision bearing drawn lines of worry.
Rain washes. Soaked thorough. I want to be cleansed by the torrents. Sheets of love and grace pouring, tearing with great ferocity. I want to be stripped. No dirt. Not even skin to bar.
Luv,
Clay
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