Oh God, my shelter from my self
repair the hollow man
Thy grace no man can aptly tell
Nor see the promined land.
posted by Matt Tullos | 9/11/2003 07:40:00 AM
matt tullos
the compost pile of writer, matt tullos. mostly poems, prayers, rants and naratives... "Gods passion for the world has compelled me to be a contributor in the warfare of grace rather than a spectator in the warfare of religion."
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