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[spiritonetwothree]

The wind blows cold upon my soul the break of day comes to soon;
all the flowers no longer bloom. The pains of chill reach to my bones
with a soft silence of mourning lows. Ice and numb feel two the same in the
dark amongst the shame. Light the fire ignite the flame sun shine on break threw the
stain. Reach the heart to warm the frost, melting tears of dripping blood; covered up
threw healing love.

Isaiah 1:18
Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.