- 2 Corinthians 7:10
I came across that gem early this morning when I was venting on my blog.
Worldly sorrow... spiritual death...
seeking my soul,
binding me in a pit of despair with chains of my own creation.
I eat the bread of sorrow
ground from the harvest of thorns
from a well planted crop that I have sown.
I scowl at death,
it sneers in reply
knowing the anguish of the devices I invented.
"Oh death, where is thy sting?
Oh grave, where is thy victory?"
Right here! Deep within my heart! And I have driven your thorn deep.
Repentance and regret,
a key and curse,
oh faith! Where is your strength?
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