Saturday, March 27, 2010

Saved

We've never met, but I know you so well.
I've seen you from the inside out.
I've seen you hurt, and cry, and I've seen you try to take your life.
You've come so far along the way, you've stumbled and fallen, your hands are bleeding.
Your face is stained with dirt and tears, but you will be clean.
I will wash you. Cleanse you. Set you free.
And if you ever fall again, I promise to catch you, and when your tears leak down, I will dry them.
And when you come stumbling to my feet, old and tired, forgiven and saved, I will let you in.

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