the moments that make up the now:
they're fleeting
they're fleeing
they're running away and
you don't have to deal with the now because it's already behind you, so
don't give up on me
because for all my mistakes,
they aren't my identity.
don't give up on them
because for all their reveling in their self righteousness,
they can't see.
and for all the hurt and the loneliness and the pain they don't know,
we both have a father who's here to tend our wounds.
we both have a savior who was scorned and ignored and abused and rejected by the people he died to love.
he died to love.
look at the people who cry in the face because they can't see so well now.
get on your knees to wipe their tears.
give them a hand and help them stand up.
there is no difference between you and them and you and me but he brings us all into one embrace because loving the world is the only thing worth leaving the throne.
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