Poetry

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Avoiding my savior, I dithered through the day,
tucking him securely in my holy attaché.
I felt that I could call him anytime, anywhere
so I ignored his whispers, I never said a prayer.

The things I never saw with my weakened carnal eyes
were the dangers pressed around me, I never realized.
Hidden in my attaché, my Savior’s aide declined,
I had no sense of peril for I was far too blind.

But then there came a challenge, much more obvious to me;
I recognized the danger, though still seen carnally.
I opened up my attaché and made my crisis known:
"Lord, oh Lord, please help me... please don't leave me all alone."

Then I heard his whisper, oh so softly in my ear
reminding where he'd been when I felt no need to fear.
He had always been beside me, never locked away.
His deep love was faithful; he'd not dithered through the day.

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