So what if it’s just a poem. Maybe I need it.

by Meredith Angeline Hinton

Here I stand empty hands

Confused, alone, and in despair.

I raise my hands in surrender,

You alone can repair.

Was everything made to be broken?

I try to find answers to my questions

But my spirit clings to one token;

Your life for my life,

Let the world know You have spoken.

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