This is not a poem,
I'll clarify before you ask.

This is merely just my thoughts,
written with the enter key between.

I was wounded deep in pain
the day you came my way.
My chest was cut wide open
and bleeding all the way.
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I was torn from limb to limb
choking on the air.
Screaming from the pain I felt,
with no one there to care.
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What beast could have done this,
what horror came to thresh?
The monster’s name was guilt
and it gorged upon my flesh.
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But quite and unexpected,
you did come my way.
You violently grabbed my heart,
and healed it all the way.
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Your medicine was confession,
your bandage was grace.
Once wounds of guilt consumed me,
Now worship takes there place.
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Thanks be to our Lord Jesus Christ, the great physician.

It's kind of like an old home.
A sort of,
Fixer-upper.

There are cracks on the walls,
And dents in the doors,
The windows are smashed,
And the stairs creak,
A rotted roof,
And some mossy bricks,
Cobwebbed corners,
And overgrown weeds.

But just like an old house,
It's the best that there is.
A little bit of love,
And a lot of work,
Can make this old house,
Into the love of your life.