Can no longer live
as if I lived during the makings of the Bible.
As if I have a heart like Mary or Ruth
or hands like Esther or Rahab.
I don't relate to Him like Eve.
Dear Lord,
Let's converse like I met You in my mother's womb.
Like You laugh at my jokes
and smell my bad breath.
Like You know I love the taste of ice cream,
but rarely eat it because it makes me gain weight.
Like I watch late night television,
and must butter my popcorn.
Like I am not following in the footsteps
of some woman, magnificent and great.
But making my own path with you inside.
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