Friday, April 14, 2017


fingers of speech
father, forgive them; for they don’t know what they are doing

how you often break my heart
today you shall be with me in paradise

there are problems with promises
behold your son behold your mother

this is when i feel most alone
my God, my God, why have you forsaken me

i thought that you loved me
i am thirsty

it is my only request
it is finished

and now i am full
father, into your hands i commend my spirit

it is not too much to ask

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