Rose Thorns πŸ₯€

– P. B. G. Thankful. There’s aThorn in my fleshTo keep me from boasting.Time toStop crying.Plane to thePhilippines- πŸ‡΅πŸ‡­Prayed up.Start Flying. πŸ›« Don’t let it get to you.Stay focused.Open up your eyelids-Stay safe from sinBefore it killsLike Corona Virus. Some soulsStrike downSo low,So heartless.Yet I’m remindedOf the Christ who died.Crown of Thorns, heRoseFor my ownSinfulness.Where… Continue reading Rose Thorns πŸ₯€