to question God
after all,
after all,
against the odds
you found me
lured me with
your charm
..I can't help
but get lost
in your arms
think of you
from afar,
I know you
have doubts
while I have faith,
I guess,
it comes down to
"What are the odds?"
but really,
I'm not one
to question God
and everything is but
a breath in space.
by Mary E. Lohan
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