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Your hair formed from dust, and your teeth from stone
Two legs made of roots,
Planted so deep, you’ll never be moved,
Standing firm, but swaying in the wind.
Your hands long enough to reach the sky,
but folded tightly in your lap,
with eyes like diamonds you shine so bright.
Bright enough to blind a ruby, and burn the sun,
You swing your arms, and the children dance.
I want to know what you mean, what you say, what you do.
Lord God, please forgive me for all I’ve done.
Forgive me when I say I don’t believe.