Scarlett Freeman

Fathoms above Fathoms below No mortal can fathom How you love my soul. No metric we have Or descriptor we know Can measure how deep Your love for me goes. -Scarlett Elise I can't understand how the Lord is so powerful and holy, yet so kind. He could have struck down all of humanity for our endless, traitorous sin and remained fully just in delivering such a punishment. But instead, He chose to send His only son to live among us, heal us, and then die for us so that we might be able to live...

You wield your power like a sword Brandished menacingly To bend opposition to your will Most effectively. It might seem harmless now- A...

It's a quiet thing that simmers But it pierces through like winter's biting cold. This pain remains in slivers On the healing plain of my...