More poems by SpiceChicka

Rebuke Yourself, You Scoffer

I see him sitting there and I think
How can God love him?
After all those things he did.
After all he said to me.
After how he avoids God’s love.
He doesn’t care about others.
He doesn’t love you God.
But most of all I wonder,
How could God love me?
Poem by SpiceChicka