A Sunday Tribute ...not to be preachy but confessing my sin!
The Royal Law The Royal Law proclaims, crying out to me; Like a skillful archer, forcing me to flee. Singling me out as hunter to doe, Convicting me of the words I sow. Judging those who cross my path; I look at externals, forming wrath. Condemning people before having facts, Confirms the love for... Sign in to see full entry.