God forbid
or God at least forgive
the hurt
that we let ourselves learn.
help remake
the hearts
that we bend and break apart.
help us breathe
underneath
the crushing silence
of these lonely rooms.
and when we've gone
and the things we've said
our pretty promises
sink into the walls
and leave a stain
that looks just like
the face of Jesus Christ
help us see
that even if it's Him
the past is still gone
the innocence can linger on
help the hope to hold strong
when the past is gone.
the past is gone.
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