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Think on
My love
And as
You do,
Think on
The times
I carried
You
When you
Did not
Want to
Be
Carried
Along by
Infamy
That dogged
You as
A sheepdog
Sheep,
You followed,
Stumbled
And retribution
Did not
Sleep
But burdens
Came upon
You.
You had
No one
To blame
But your
Foolish
Truths that
Allowed you
To disobey
Me,
Made up
In your
Mind
To make
Things seem
As if
You were
Obeying Me
Though my
Holiness
Spoke relief,
You listened
Not
And came
After Me.
Your walls
Of defense
Tumbled,
Were breached,
Your own
Truth proved
Flimsy
Against the
Accusations,
The avenging
Horde of
The enemy
Who brooded,
Waited, cajoled
To see
You believe
Them
Instead of
Me.
You think
Yourself
Wiser
For having
Been
Through that
Misery,
The testing’s
Din,
When others
Against you
Turned,
You had
Only Me
Whom you
Had disobeyed
On your side.
Can’t you see?
That was
The lesson, child.
Only Me.