Divide

You came right to the door
To my utter surprise
Before I let you in
The morn’ opened my eyes

Gold words I couldn’t utter
The tar stuck on my heels
Needing five more minutes
My bruised soul still reels

They don’t seem to care
Or my guard has hidden well
Ever present mourning
Prospective endless hell

Praying I didn’t fail you
Were choices better made
Peace wouldn’t be elusive
Regret could start to fade

Grace stands the only hope
Repentance outside time
By His means unbeknownst
Mercy that does not rhyme

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