asiagodsbabygirl1

The wind beat and the rain poured But yet the broken Vase remained restored Once broken, battered and bruise From ruff housing, mistreatment and abuse The Vase glowed and shined brand new The devil laughed I have you in my grasp But GOD said I hear by loose, It is you I redeem As the vase is a vessel and the vessel is me I am saved, delivered and joyfully set free.