“he doesn’t look a thing like jesus”

You prayed for forgiveness
Didn’t know it’d hurt so much.
Two nails per palm
Bookmark’s never moved from Psalms.
Dusty Christian collect collect
Call collect
Life of regret
Pitied the fool
Who tried to rule
Fell down from Heaven
Is courting you.

Love his face.
Kiss his feet.
Too blind to see your defeat
Too lost to call a place home.
Dusty Christian
Too lame to walk
One pair of footsteps on the sand
No one’s carrying you now.

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