Don't remove the sorrow, just add Yourself to it.
The oyster's sand leads to beauty.
My stumble proceeds comfort, and sorrow is not the end.
Repentence leads acceptance, then intimacy heals.
No more grasping, carousing in delusion--drinking deep of the desert...
Without money, come and buy--with disease, with filth, running eyes, bleeding lips--
Come to Jesus Christ and buy, come and die, come and dine.
Death is not denied,
rather overcome,
subdued to service,
brought under control,
then abolished,
denounced,
called fraud.
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