Eyes

Apostate,
empty eyes
formerly sang
praises
and love.

Apathetic
dead eyes
that tasted
sweet fellowship,
now consume flesh.

Before
she told me stories,
of other eyes fallen and
how it torn her.

Fast forward 22 months.
I am telling stories,
with her eyes
in those tales.

But
I am grateful.
I still have joy.

Know that
those eyes
those thorns

never surprised
God

not
once.

+Michael K
It’s awesome, that God is in control of people’s hearts and their hardening/softening. I am so happy that I could even pray for a miracle for the rosy eyes of thorn, for total repentance & salvation, knowing that if it happens, it is truly a miracle.
edit: I decided to necro-post this at a later time, just because I needed to space out my postings 😉

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