My Remedy
While others see my naviety making a way for trickery,
You see it making a way for your wisdom to be.
While others despise my youth,
You use me to speak truth.
While others are empty, afraid, at a stop,
You fill me from the bottem to the top.
While others fake love; ignoring their loss,
You showed me true love when you died on the cross.
While others say I'm worthless,
You say I have a purpose.
Without you, God, I am nothing.
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