“You may have been made for murder,” Terence whispered, “but not everything becomes what it’s meant to be. Thank you.”
A wicked witch spins a spell
That makes a dagger extra effective
At assassination.
The dagger, intended for murder,
Defies destiny and becomes
An instrument of escape.
I am that dagger.
A sinner, no kingdom of God for me.
“And such were some of you.
But ye are washed,
But ye are sanctified,
But ye are justified
In the name of the Lord Jesus,
And by the Spirit of our God.”
Not everything becomes what it’s meant to be.
Thanks be to God.
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