The Father's love...The child's wrong

A Poem by Nancy

As Christians, when we come to God in prayer, we are so full of remorse, yet we go back to the "Sin"we claimed to denounce.

Like a potter...
Painstakingly.. beautifying the clay
So too her beauty as clear as day
Yet her demeanor....ugly as a gutter.

Like a pastor...
Jealously..watching over his flock.
So too her royalty solid as a rock.
Yet her passion....compelling as that of an actor.