in the thorns of Your crown
Her idol worship
in the sweat of Your brow
My God, how You suffered
simply that she may be covered in Grace
As the blood poured down Your face
She was forgiven
For the sins she committed
and those she's yet to commit
She submits to Your glory
Though her story is filled with plot twists
Your love persists to be the part of it
that doesn't change
Her Rock. You remain the same
despite everything she faces
You are the basis of her soul
In you she is made whole.
- Brianna Carey ©
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