The PoetVangelist

Believe Me, child, I know you. I know you through and through. Don’t ever think I can’t love you: I know the silly things you do; And even as your sinful self, Don’t hide- I know you all too well. I know what you’re about to do, Know what you did before this too. I know your all-time favourite song, I know the times when you feel good. I know and love you when you’re wrong: I understand your ugly mood. Like you know the inside of your palm, Like you can recite the 23rd psalm, Like you knew just how to style your hair, Like you know how to breathe in air, I know you. I knew you when nobody did, Loved you before your parents wed. When you had acne, When you’d forgotten Me, I saw through you Because I made you. Before the boys took notice, I had My eye on you. I chose the way your face is, I chose your size of shoe! So please understand why I love you like you are. I’m not up in the sky: From you, I’m never far. Call Me when you need to: I’m eager to h...

When you woke up this morn, I sat on your table. I’d been there through dawn, Bursting to share my tales. While you hurried to work, I nestled in your arm, Assured I wouldn’t be shirked; I’d be kept safe from harm. But now, I bear a stain And a little tear too- To see, you’d have to strain: But it’d make no difference to you. All day, you vow to spend time with me; The oven smokes, the phone rings. I wonder if you also see: I’m just another to-do thing. Where you last leave me, I’ll remain; I’ve got no place to go. Everyday, I’ll say the same- The same you need to know. Day, sun; night, moon: We still haven’t spoken. Tick, tock; all too soon, I’m on the table again. Sincerely, Your Bible.