Wounds bleeding,
hearts breaking,
stomachs heaving,
on to the
page,
floor,
ground,
in front of
you.
Instead of
comfort or care,
you say,
Let's pray,
Jesus saves.
But he hasn't
rescued me
yet.
I am still
bleeding,
hurting,
hungry.
Why won't you?
Help me.
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