BreakABLE

June 7, 2015

Summary

To all my enemies I am an object of scorn. My neighbors especially are ashamed of me. My friends are afraid to be seen with me. When I walk 12 down the street, people go out of their way to avoid me. ​I am as good as dead to them. Forgotten! Like a shattered clay pot, I am easily discarded and gladly replaced. Psalm 31:11­12 VOICE


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