The grace of God is infinitely kind
Even though he left the door ajar
Unconditional love whilst mutilating
Is a little too much love to bear
Are we mistakes, or are we going exactly to plan?
Women are made in his image
Like a broken photocopier
Never apologise to him for your sins
While you inhabit a body
Pruned in a way that it withers
Not pruned in a way that I grow
I hope he has this stained cloth too