It wasn’t her fault she mistook him for God
He was made in His likeness after all
It wasn’t her fault she mistook his hands for Jesus
The proverbs said the hand of God was kindness
It wasn’t her fault that he made her forget her sin
Her body was the temple he tore down just to build up again
It wasn’t her fault that her heart was the Lazarus he called forth
Or that his lips were the living water to her broken brook
She was a lost sheep who mistook a wolf for a shepherd
It wasn’t her fault
It was mine
For never telling her the difference

Deborah Jean Hall

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