Comparatively Speaking

The distortion between you and me,

Lord,

was that you loved them more.

I wasn’t fashioned like them

like a Shakespearean dream

or the intellectual genius

You cupped my chin in your hands

and it ran over

it ran over

and overflowed

Your glory

my pleasure

Your glory

my pleasure

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