Restoration Stories

“Say it.” “Say what?” Fluttering her long lashes as she took a sip of coffee, she failed in her attempt to look innocent. “Say what you are dying to say … what you dragged me out to this coffee shop to say.” “Oh, well, if you are going to force it out of me.” She winked, then vomited her concerns in one long spill. “You dress in things that resemble tents. You have become a hermit hiding in that tiny apartment. You are a...

She doesn’t know how to save me And I am so afraidThat my delusional iniquityHas wages that can’t be paid.The wages of sin are death I’m toldBut I fear that I won’t die.For my sin as I grow oldIs wrapping my truth around a lie.I said that I was faithful ,When in truth I was not.I was faithful to myself;It was my wife that I forgot.Now it’s a dilemmaSurpassing all decent bounds.I stand here confessingThat I fooled around.S...