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About This Poem
Just Like Israel
I have found myself just like Israel,
left God for my own world.
I was a prostitute,
an adulterer of sorts.
I gave myself away,
forgetting of my husband,
the Lord.
I have found myself fallen just like Israel,
on my knees,
broken,
beaten,
worshiping gods I just don't believe.
I praised the unholy,
kissing unknown lips.
I have found myself forgiven just like Israel,
somehow loved,
in the midst of my darkest hours.
I felt your walls come up,
that saved me from my deadliest ways.
Though I forgot my Lord,
he remembered me.
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