I'm planning on working on my story more today; but while you're waiting, here is a short poem:
I'm a poem. I am a song.
A special work of art.
I'm a sculpture of His
likeness,
A hidden masterpiece.
I'm cracking 'cause of
sin, and
Now my paint is peeling.
But Christ looks past my
weaknesses
And sees me for what I am,
A piece He has toiled over
And sweated drops of
blood.
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