My faults and
This presentation I show is a facade, my brokenness is layered with a veneer of hypocrisy and delusion.
O Child of God, your faults are the fractures in the earths crusts, without them you cannot grow, without them there is no movement in your heart and mind, without your faults the beauty of your endeavours pale into nothingness…. Within each fault your vulnerability should be seen and known, allowing love to flow from it, the fault is a blessing…. O Child of God.