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Think on why
I asked you to
Be with Me
When you
Were just a babe,
Enemy to Me
In your actions
By which
You tore down
Everything
I am.
You were just being
What you were:
My enemy.
Think on how closely
I held you in
Those early days
When the stench
Of your ways
Was appalling.
I held – Remember? –
You dear to Me
No less than now
When your ways
Conform to the
Loving with which
Your ways
I cleaned.
Think on how
Closely
I held you then
To Me.
Why then do
Doubts arise
Because I’ve asked
Of you a
Difficult thing?
You know my voice.
Why now do
You doubt my
Loving?
Come closer.