R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)

Faulty little creation

Funny how I used to run away

From anything the Bible has to say.

But now it became my basis for everything

And its promises made my life worth living.

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This doesn't mean my life is full of perfection,

I am still a faulty little creation.

For sometimes I catch a glimpse of my ghostly past.

My feet gets caught up and I couldn't run fast.

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Those are the times I couldn't escape from my sin.

Then I realized that they were living from within.

I felt disgusted and ashamed that I wanted to die.

I'll always fall short and sin no matter how hard I try.

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Angry, because I could not reach my own perfectly created standard.

Frustrated from working hard to get what I want but still ending up haggard.

I give up and cry to God for help with my giant ordeals.

Then comes great comfort and peace, His grace refills.

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I can never fully understand how he can love someone like me,

Who's an evil, self-centered walking tragedy

Going through the scorching desert heat of life's constant hardships.

But God's the oasis that can hold an entire fleet of ships.

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Copyright Star Ashley Cruz

September 24 2017