Truth
"I understand", the pupil said,As she sat at the feet of God.
"I know all the things I have done
To earn chastisement with the rod".
God smiled at her patiently
As she began to recite
The many things she had done
That she knew were just not right.
She smiled widely as she ended.
She had borne her sins to the cross,
But God had not agreed with her.
She sat there, completely lost.
God spoke as she sat silent.
"I waited until you stopped".
She gave Him a puzzled look,
And into His lap she plopped.
God began to tell the girl,
As He called her His own dove
She's confessed her sins before.
She was not chastened, but loved.
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