That's what they call me.
A taker,
that's what they see.
All my using and cheating and striving,
betraying to meet my own needs.
And You -
You must see it, too.
Surely You see what they see -
and worse - the very depths of me.
How low I can sink.
How rotten I can be.
But...You must see something else.
Something they don't
something maybe I don't even see myself.
Follow me...follow me...follow me...
I don't know what it is You see.
But maybe...THIS is not my identity.
Maybe when You look at me
You see
what I could be
what I was meant to be
Disgraced, fallen,
yes
but still one who could be Yours.
Is it possible You are talking to me?
Is it possible You really do mean me?
Is it possible that You WANT me?
Your words haunt me.
No praise.
No censure.
Just...
"Follow me."
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