Amanda May Moore

Rookie (May 21,1988 / Ypsilanti Michigan)

Spam - Poem by Amanda May Moore

due to you being you
and me being me
we may end to be
afraid of being ourselves

so our mailboxes fill
with false hope to fulfill
our search for who we are
mend our heart and heal
our scars

when all this searching is done
what will we have become?
only the grace of God can save us now
but I only stumbled upon it, I don't know how

with this new direction
I have found an acknowledgement
within myself that knows I followed
the wrong road

this SPAM distorted grace
giving it a new face, a
cheap kind of grace.

I am dead to this life;
I will breathe in this
new life that Christ has
given me

I'll take up my cross
and follow Him
because I know that grace is free
but it comes at great cost

and when I am angry or
hopeless, I must remind myself
that I am only pretending, because
I have been given this new life so
I shall live it right.

I will not settle for anything
I do not have to, for God already
has settled my debt and given me
this life. now all I have to do is
claim it.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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