“Say it.”“Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent.“Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.”“Oh,...
restoration
She doesn’t know how to save me And I am so afraidThat my delusional iniquityHas wages that can’t be paid.The wages of sin are death I’m toldBut I fear that I won’t die.For my sin as I grow oldIs wrapping...