SPLIT

Don't know if this is you

But I was born whole

And one day

Those I loved once

Said what's wrong with you

Where is the beautiful one

We all once knew

All who know you

Are split into two camps

Some still love

While others distrust you

I never reasoned

What I was doing

To me and you

Never considered

A spirit could split in two

When evil is invited in

And it's no wonder

The sheep shears of sin

Shredded me whole

To tear my innocence asunder

With a pure heart split ragged

Jagged edges

On the cloth of self-loathing

A mind on the ledges of destruction

There is no way for me

To touch

The fringe of Jesus' cloak

So how does one begin

To mend a soul split

By the non-healing wounds

– of sin -- of sin

All who know you

Are split into two camps

Some still love

While others distrust you

Well today –

My hands melded together

Both sides begging me to pray

My heart and mind beseeching

To once more be as one

For the two split camps

To see me as I was born --- again

And I swear something

Reached down deep inside

In places

Only a Master Weaver can reach

With a Holy Needle and Thread

Mending sinners -- healing

Those who come willing

To make amends

And I wept even as ...

I could feel my split soul

Those two parts of me

Became whole

The Master Weaver whispered

All who know you

Are split into two camps

Those who have been made whole

And others who want to be like you

Don't know if this is you

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