The One taken for granted.
The ignored.
The assumed to be known.
I am your last minute scramble,
A foolish man's gamble.
Your dismissed intended,
Or rather, an abused attendant,
But I am mankind's enabled defendant.
I am walked over, talked over, given no thought over.
The Risen Begotten - a sacrifice long forgotten by hearts gone rotten.
And you, who double talk and double cross at will and with pleasure,
Take all my gifted treasure.
Waste my wounded love...
For I will still love.
Herein is love, not that we loved God, but that he loved us, and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. (1 John 4:10)
By Victoria Anderson
By Victoria Anderson
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