Hard Shell


Stubborn, iron, bitter, coldness,
you stand as if you rule.
This moment might be given to you
to abuse and batter meekness
but a day will come when you are exposed.

Not in a manner of exhibition,
but love keeps chiseling deeper
until an appointed day
when you, the impurity, falls away
and grace reveals righteousness.


About found4sure

I like to write. I think too much!
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