life is sweet purgatory if you let it be

When they speak ill of me, they purify me. It is a grand gift and gesture from You. Let their razor sharp tongues run rampant while my heart bleeds bright light. I seek no friend but You. I seek no good opinion but Yours. They stab with words in truth and in falsehood and only pleasure finds me at the feet of Your throne, my King.

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