Poem -
Whispers Behind Back
I hear the whispers behind my back,
The stories they tell of my past,
Making me remember the bad things I've done,
And taking enjoyment when they laugh.
It's those things I wish I could erase,
Just make go away and not remembered,
Yet all the same I lift my head high,
Knowing I have asked God to be delivered.
I'm not perfect, nor ever intend to be,
For I know my weaknesses all too well,
Yet I also know a God who is merciful and kind,
And He's the one I run to when locked in hell.
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