What makes you assume the things that you do

Proclaiming my demise without even one clue

You take one look and think that the picture is clear

With no knowledge of how I ended up here

The things that you see are the crosses I bare

With no need for your pity or thought that you care

I’m right with my gods believe this is true

I have no need for yours for they are for you

Created in the likeness and given free will

My will never conveys me to thoughts I should kill

How presumptuous of you to think that you know

What Amazing Graces I have been shown

So the next time you see me take a moment or two

And realize but for the Graces I could be you

Cheryl O'Brien is a writer living in Georgia.

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Cheryl O'Brien