William ThomasDec 31, 20211 min readSyllables: Descending.My quill glides across parchment.His blood, our atonement.Death yields forgiveness.Sinner now saved.Slave no more.Redeemed.Free.
My quill glides across parchment.His blood, our atonement.Death yields forgiveness.Sinner now saved.Slave no more.Redeemed.Free.