Mammoth Love

I grabbed at His love
like a starving refugee
scavenging for food
like a selfish child
snatching sweets

I needed more love
than a person could spare
I needed
the mammoth love
of

God
will never resent us
for the
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of our need.

Poet's Note: This poem was created from a portion of Beth Moore's amazing book "The Beloved Disciple"