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Post by SMILLY - ADVISER on Feb 19, 2007 6:27:59 GMT -5
Searching and searching, For any reason You chose me... I was a mischievous kid, With a penchant for strife and intrigue, Conceited and disrespectful... But still You chose me
Wondering and puzzled Why it had to be me... I was a wayward youth, Hater of discipline and social order, Full of self and megalomania, Yet You chose me.
Did You really mean me? Because my questions are endless... One time You showed me love, Another time, You healed me. Again You rescued me from danger, But all I paid You with was ridicule... But still You chose me
Perhaps You were mistaken I dearly want to know. Was it me that You chose? If I open my past In any gainsaying way... Perhaps it would justify Your love. That be as it may, You still chose me.
Despite all my craftiness and greed, My affinity for rage and hate. In the face of my stinking ingratitude, And erratic crave for deviance, In all insolence and nonchalance, Wickedness that I relished and cherished Lord, You still chose me...
Now I know what you were looking for, Not someone able, No, not one with a reputation. Perfection was not what You sought, But me who was wretched and hopeless... That I may know how deep Your love is.
JUSTINE ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Feb 19, 2007 7:50:45 GMT -5
What a wonderful poem, Smilly. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
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