Krissy Mosley Ministries

I know I’m nothing like Jesus and those who would be crucified 

the smell of fear bombards across county lines
Salvation in the air, in these troubled times,

coming to the creator,
earnest pining cry, budding from its curdled shell

thrown upon ourselves, for the saving ourselves 

to learn the mysteries of a fallen cross, in between two thieves

athirst, bursting, piercing in his side

humanity comes alive, in the darkness

a pinch of glory

communion wafers, paper thin,

and waters in the blood 

nobody but nobody can carry this cross 

alone.

kindness sis Krissy