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The Stump Flowers

Still standing, itching in their woven shame,
Hiding from the grace of their Creator,
The Word calls out to His children by name,
They come like beaten dogs in behavior.

They point fingers and blame one another,
Savage dogs fighting over God’s love,
Love freely gave to be shared forever,
Now stand savage beasts who once imaged God

He is not unkind as He rips away,
Those foolish coverings of nakedness,
He exposes each their deceitful way,
Providing skins to hide their brokenness.

That tree will not be lost forever,
Even then the dead stump flowered.