Govia
When Jesus walked on water it
was winter. The surface was so
hard a man could drive a truck
across it.
I do not believe a man is my
savior. I know I am responsible
for my sins; and only my good
works will save me.
I do not believe in three. I believe
in one. That there is a God who
formed the moon and the stars,
and that I am his experiment.
I am tossed in this bowl with other
ingredients for his cake — provoked
to perfection or less.
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