SHE

SHE

Try blending with the garment rail,

hide behind a tree.

O Lord here she comes,

heading straight for me.

Knowing every answer the conversation turns

into a weird wind-up game, she never really learns.

I question whether she is sane.

her victims made to feel so small,

she - the perpetual know it all.

Save me from myself,

the ugly face I see,

a burden that I carry,

the other side of me.

Save me from my weaknesses,

too ready to be judge,

when on my own pathetic face,

I wear a dirty smudge.

Save me from my idols,

the stuff that takes your place,

remind me Lord I shelter

in your Amazing Grace.

Talitha Hills

2013