In My Hands
I feel such a pain
so deep in my soul.
I know not its name
or how long I can hold.
Disappear! I plead.
Oh what will it take?
"Not yet" is the creed
I've lived on to date.
To let go of desire
you have to be strong.
Your place is too dire
to seek out what's wrong.
Be not so weak
as to be tempted.
To show Him your cheek
won't get you exempted.
You're equally judged
regardless of tears.
So often you're nudged;
You've had 18 years.
Stop wasting your time
too precious to lose!
God is forgiving
but you've reached abuse.
Stop this this instant.
Too big is your plate.
Take into your hands
the truth of your fate.
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