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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