Saturday, May 9, 2009

If you hate it then you hate me

Past that phase
impulsive haste
no more lives to waste
living in your face
blue eyes of grace
a fixed race
only to dig my grave
absent will
traded place
empty social grace
bought for a time
yet he cannot hide
from me
he cannot fly
i still see
victory in me

he pretends
he has no friends
he wrote me a song
yet the feelings are never gone
infinite dream, so long
he painted my soul in a song
stroke for stroke
i'm dead and broke
glory uplifting
eternal amending
Jesus paused and spoke

-Jessica Robbins

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