and search for grace.
we wear rugged our clothes
and tell about our scars
in hopes that the honesty
breaks any chance of judgement.
who will condemn us when
we can do it ourselves?
we find strangers in our bedrooms,
and in the rush of some kind of scandal
forget to mention we were never there.
the feeling finds us even when we're innocent.
the feeling of shame almost covers us.
and we climb mountains
and search for grace.
we hold close the whispers that tell us
he will never condemn us.
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I love this. I feel like I have lived every word of it for for the last year.
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