poetry

Saviour

They asked her how she could know him

When he didn’t know her,

Asked her how she could trust him

When he was out there with another.

 

They asked her why she spent time with him

Even though they’d never met.

She told them he wasn’t a stranger

But it was something they just couldn’t get.

 

Nor could they fathom why she called him saviour

When he too was filled with sin.

She told them he gave her hope

And how much she believed in him.

 

They asked her how he could mean so much

When the feelings weren’t returned,

Asked her how she could love him

But they’d never understand.

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