Words of The Lamb magazine

Confessions

by Vivianne Clark

Lord Jesus, forgive me
for I am wretched, not enough
to lick the crumbs off the floor
and yet you elevate my rotten body
to have a place at your golden table
My mother is there
I clasp her hand,
she squeezes mine
I have never hurt her.
We pray.

Vivianne Clark

Vivianne Clark is from Omaha, Nebraska. Her creative work explores themes of religion and childhood, and she is currently studying English, sociology, and racial justice at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Clark loves playing the saxophone in the Cornhusker Marching Band and cozy nights inside with a good book.
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