Lapse of Faith

Is this all a game to Him?
Some twisted, wicked,
Game to Him?
Who's rules are made
And broke by Him?
He makes us
  molds us
  leads us
  loves us
  then forgets us
     Shattered on the floor?

What a trick is this to play?
He gave me joy

To take away.

Š1998 Anna Woodard

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