Sep 2013
(I)
I pushed the Creator out of my chest.
Jesus wept,
and wept, and wept.
(II)
I kissed your hand instead;
I am not the Prodigal Son,
I never looked back.
I pushed the Creator out of my chest.
Jesus wept,
and wept, and wept.
(II)
I kissed your hand instead;
I am not the Prodigal Son,
I never looked back.
(All over the place.)
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