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4d
Scared.
The word falls,
Reaching for reassurance,
Unable to leave,
Yet rolling off the tongue.

Help.
The word fumbles,
Unsure of its own meaning,
Desperate,
Begging to go back inside.

Jesus.
The love kneels,
Drawing close to weakness,
Healing strength
Living in us; we need only ask.
Written by
Sia Harms
38
   Jenny
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