Friend of Sinners

I am not perfect

Nor do I pretend

To be always on point

On target

On track

Well kept

My mind and my home

Are often in disarray

But I know who I am

I know what matters most

And what matters most

Is Whose I am

Your Creator and mine

Are the same, imagine that

And though I don’t fit your mold

Nor you mine

His love for each creation is the same

Not because of some pre-purposed plan

But simply because

He is love itself

So our paths cross

Mine seems more convoluted

And perhaps yours is as straight and narrow

As you perceive and portray

At the day’s end

It source is the Maker, the Creator, the Lord ,

the friend of sinners

Author: sillypoeticnurse

A silly poet, writer, Nurse Practitioner, wife, and mom always looking for a way to share hope.

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