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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Poem

I am human.
Weak
imperfect
broken.
I try
and try
and fail again.
When finally
at
the end
of me
I call
for Him
to save.

I am human.
Beautiful
precious
loved.
When I fall
He picks
me
up.
When I cry
He dries
the
tears.

I
am
beloved.

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