Verse On Verse


My Rose is thorny.

She pricks

and bloodies my hands

as I hold her.

With her turning, shifting, pulsing to be free, her labor to attain that which is hers only to receive.

Yet I hold her.

And I hold her loosely;

for she is free. 

Galatians 4:1-7 (KJV)  v1Now I say, That the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all; . . .v4 But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, v5 To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons. v6 And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father. v7 Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.


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