Poetry

Skilled Surgeon

He drew his knife 

And began his incision

Tearing me apart at the seams

He started by taking

Everything out of

This sin ridden body, diseased 

And as He cut

All I felt was the pain

Why would You do this to me?

But when He was done

I saw His skilled hand

Was saving me with this surgery

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