I've been in the dirt before
thrown down on my face
breathing dust
I can hear them laughing
"she's done it again"
I'm afraid to look up
I hear him,
he's talking softly,
he's writing,
he's breathing dust,
and writing something,
in the dirt
something that makes them
think twice
and slink away
and leave me
at the feet of the only one who can save me
Jesus
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