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- Date: January 20, 2022
- Categories: Writing
By: Emily Radcliffe
Date: 2022
You left the 99 to come get me.
Through the pouring rain
You covered me.
Everytime I fell
You bent down and picked me up again.
What kind of King cares so much for a child that always fails?
Feel like I canโt do anything well.
But still, You call me friend.
You are seated high and lifted up.
I was drenched in sin
I could never touch
Your glory.
So you came down to me.