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I Wore Your Flesh
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"Shut out the world's craving din,"

He says, "and come with me in

To a quiet place. Rest your soul

And feed on honeyed sweets.

I will not sneer at your triumphs

Or gloat over your defeats,

Neither condemn you, close to my heart.

My love is not based on your success.

I wore your flesh and know it aches;

I long to ease your wretchedness.

Don't be afraid to tell me all.

Trust me with your doubts and cares

And hidden things that devour you:

Well I know the tempter's snares.

I will gentle you with my hand.

I wore your flesh, I understand."


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- Karleen E. Wickham Page 1986