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A soul misdirected
Needing to be intercepted by protection
I need your cold truth,
A touch of winter God
I’m trying to be your winner God
But in my heart’s center
I’m a sinner God
Praying for your righteousness to bring me closer to my center, God
Help me
Find my way into your complete image
No cliff notes, I need no abridged versions
Your completeness is perfection in your every word
It’s been years since I’ve sat in one of your pews
When you call upon me will you spew me?
Check my name into your book of permanence or act as if you never knew me
Truly,
I am honored that you ever used me
You are the greatest chess player, and I am privileged you saw this pawn
Deciding I was important enough in your strategy and moved me
And just when I though you had let loose of me, loosing me
You defended me twice in the court of life, asking death to excuse me
I am your servant, your angel
Working to pay off my debts
No pay necessary
I’d rather save face in your grace
Then slave for death’s minimum wage
I don’t know what I have left,
But thank you for keeping this lost angel on the right page
©Paris “Chi†Butler, “The Lost Angelâ€. 4/25/13.
