Statutes #155

Salvation is what I long for, Far from the darkness I once embraced. The wicked are there, they cavil against truth, For your glimmering brightens soapy shadows to which they cling. They rage at Zion’s high-hill, Seek not heaven’s succor, cry not for simple relief. Thy statutes laugh at the foolish, and make sober theContinue reading “Statutes #155”