Monday, December 14, 2009
a letter to God
you found me at my weakest and loved me nonetheless , though i was and am still a part of this world, you watch over me like the rest.
you grace abounds and your mercy runs, it overflows as the rising suns,
a contradiction, paradox, an analogy to run history; i am grieved by my own debauchery.
hello, God. I need to meet you.
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