To Be Loved This Much

​To still be given breath,

despite having the right

to pronounce me dead.
To be forgiven effortlessly,

irrespective of my humongous wrongs.
To keep your arms ever outstretched,

ready to embrace me as yours, 

whenever I come seeking your face.
To be loved this much,

my Dear Lord,

still shakes me to the core!

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