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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #272 Rather Him


I had strayed far,

my enemies had me surrounded,

and my failures were catching up to me.

In my desperation, my King

offered me a choice.

I could run to Him and face his punishment

or take my chances with the world.

My choice was clear,

the King's lands are safe,

for His mercy covers me.

Rather the hands of The king

then the arms of the world.

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