A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
We morn the loss of our finder
As he hangs on the cross
But take joy in knowing
That because of Him
His was the first loss
That didn’t stay lost.
Our Finder
An archive of my works and writings
An archive of my works and writings
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
We morn the loss of our finder
As he hangs on the cross
But take joy in knowing
That because of Him
His was the first loss
That didn’t stay lost.
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