Him Poem by Amanda Larsen

Him



Ashamed of prayer
I kneeled
Every second believing I was heard
Every second believing I was stupid
Every inch of God I lost
But couldn't forget
I drank my sin
And mocked their lecture
But needed Him
Not as they see Him
But as a mirror of myself
Broken, dirty and alone
How else would he know
How to forgive?

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