I have stumbled on what some may call the writers block, so I ripped off some old stuff.
March 11, 2003
My body is cursed with scars and boils I scratch it burns cover myself with soil A new prophet has come he has been healing but with what kind of people has he been dealing The important and rich of course they deserve it the common outcast he wouldn’t unnerve it Maybe I will try what have I got to lose it will be up to him to heal he will have to choose I will approach him on my face beg for help and mercy people will see me they will be sneering and cursing I will keep my distance from him so I don’t give him my disease simply ask him heal me if you please
I sat and waited for his humble reply his face showed love and a tear fell from his eye In a choked voice he found a healing word a soft sound he reached to my place where I was kneeled
“I am willing, be healed”
Mark 1:40-41
1 comment:
so i am considering changing over to a blog rather than xanga...hmmm decisions decisions...anyways i am crying myself to sleep at night...well lack of sleep right now because i think someone broke into my basement tonight, i saw flashlights coming from the door and heard footsteps...didn't want to call the police, just got a knife by my bed and locked myself in my room...man i am a coward. anyways i am holding a spot with hope of you somehow finding a job in the burg, i am very sad
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