Tears fall.
I come undone.
All to pieces.
Scattered.
I weep, I mourn.
I tear at my flesh.
I scream.
I anger.
I rage.
I fall.
I crack.
I crumble.
Still You remain.
Ever faithful are You.
Even though I am not.
You love me.
Even when I do not, You.
You believe in me.
Even when I do not, You.
This is the end of me.
Grace has saved me.
I am reborn.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY
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