On Being WholeA Poem by Botania.The body's skin, a beautiful thing, keeps out the germs and wraps our being. It shelters, protects, and keeps us in. Some use it though, to display their sin. Once abused, it festers sure, inviting germs, unclean, impure. The outside, damaged, reveals the in. Again we find it's seeped in sin. What again would make us whole? Loving God gives us control.
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