I have callously abused my Savior
I have used him, taken advantage
Without shame I have sullied His gift.
I grieve, but not overmuch,
I regret, but not egregiously,
And my shame remains
Too distant, too small
Too little, too late.
It all makes me feel
Unworthy, undeserved
Of His unflinching willingness
To love me even yet. 


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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

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