My Hero
God’s a better poet than
I am.
He speaks of kings as
branching trees.
He’s a better artist.
Look at the mountains,
the oceans, the deserts.
He’s a better parent.
He’s not afraid to
discipline.
He’s a much better lover.
He gave up His own son.
He’s good, holy,
powerful.
I can only yield myself
to Him
like a blank page
and say, “Please write
Your poem on me.”
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