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Dear God, I'm Wrong
by Jersey D GibsonDeny the truth,
deny the proof,
deny what's in front of you.
It isn't there,
it isn't fair,
but what can you really do?
I look around,
nothing I found,
a silly notion that was in my head.
It is you, I see,
please comfort me,
as I now lay upon my death bed.
Dear God, I'm wrong,
for the things I've done,
and I've come to say I'm sorry.
He looks with a smile,
and says 'come stay a while',
and I have nothing more to worry.
02/12/2002
Author's Note: I was in a minor slump when I wrote this, along with two other poems. This was the better of the three. The thing I like most abouit this poem is the fact that, while the person here who accepts God, didn't do it blindly. And, no, this person wasn't me.
Posted on 02/12/2002
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