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God's Weakness

Perfection is God's weakness,
for we fear His flawless nature and avoid conversation.
As we reach, we assume we taint Him, blacken Him, mar Him
He wants our shared tears and bruises
Yet, we hide them under our eyelids

God, holy was the flaw in You.
The crucifixion was my ability to own you.

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