I see the posts,
oh how they boast,
in the love they have for You.

Yet when one is needed,
their plates are full,
and have no time for You.

The writings of,
our dear friend Matthew,
command that we should love.

The discarded ones,
the least of these,
a love from high above.

Instructions clear,
Your words complete,
for guidance through this life.

A verse or two,
they pick and choose,
what suits them at the time.

My heart is filled,
with much disdain,
Please take away the pain.

For You alone,
can mend the ache,
Your grace extends again.

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