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  • Writer's pictureTaryn D

You Knew Him

That old shadow,

"Lonely"

rests his cold hand

on the shoulder


There, nodding

at the scattering

of warm voices

and eyes that look

with blindness

Nodding

at the shuffle

of feet retreating

hands recoiling

love dissi

pating


But you, Lord, you pour

your oil of gladness

softening these calluses

and cuts

from the callous


You knew him


and you kept on

loving anyway



He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him. John 1:11



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