Exceptional Faith Poetry Contest Faith's Cloak by kiwisteveh Faith Poetry Contest contest entry

A ragged garment once I wore; upon the thorns of life, it tore. Amidst the nettles, still I go, besmirched and bleeding, full of woe. But they who dress in Heaven's garb stride safely past the stinging barb to dwell beside the golden chair.               Naked, afraid, I stumble there...   Recognized

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