southern psalm for the whipping boy
Down by the riverbanks there’s blood in the waters. The poisons of condemnation and sin. The cross hung in the streets with dirty clothes…
southern psalm for the whipping boy
Down by the riverbanks there’s blood in the waters. The poisons of condemnation and sin. The cross hung in the streets with dirty clothes to be bared. He’s the whipping boy they claim. The one who bore our griefs, yet their griefs they wear. They hide it under their clothing and in their closet. In between sheets of clothing and skin they wear his sorrow, his depression, his sin. Yet he hung on the cross and died to forgive them. Please forgive these hopeless people before they consume me Lord, Please forgive them…
again.
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