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Repent and Repair


I was sitting in church in the very last pew,

With hate in my heart towards the church where I grew

 

I didn’t hear much in the sermon today,

But I heard enough to where I couldn’t stay

 

The preacher went on about how Jesus saves;

He heals the wounded and comforts the brave.

 

I left because I knew that pastor was right,

The things that I thought were just dark thoughts, no light

 

I drove to the bar and deleted my tab,

That was the reason that I was so sad.

 

I went to the shelf and pulled down magazines,

The pictures in there were for no eyes to see.

 

While weeping and crying, I grabbed my old Bible,

The sadness I had was replaced with a smile.

 

I go to the church every chance that I can,

And thank the Lord, Jesus, the devil can’t win.

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Tabitha Crane

Junior, 16 yrs old, published poet x8, pianist, flutist, and composer

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