The Gray

I follow Christ, but not through a garden. When I look around, I see the carnage of selfish ambition and wasted years. Transient lusts, missed opportunities, and regretted words are the stench of this battlefield. And yet, through the mist from the latest conflict, a figure looms. My King isn’t returning for me. He is pressing on, and so must I.

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