A steep descent,
a slow destruction.
My heart withers
as the decay of sin surrounds me.
Life leaves me
as death comes to claim me
Hope,
it spares no room for me
no place for the fallen,
for the undeserving.
Is it worth saving me?
Oaks of Righteousness
'...and they will be called Oaks of Righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor.' - Isaiah 61:3
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