Come Broken
Come broken, sing the songs reserved for the holy. The diseased offer praise when their wounds are scabbed over. Come empty, fill your stomach on morsels, crumbs given and thrown out, blessed by the blood of the Son. Come lonely, your streets are filled with those who seek. Listen for the whispering prophets in garbage laden alleys. Come sinner, do not condemn yourself any longer. The harlot has been made pure and the thief witnesses paradise. Copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author