Poetry - Jesus by Selima Hill

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by Selima Hill [Selima_Hill ]

2009-08-01 | | Submited by Corina Gina Papouis

No one comes to visit her in hospital
or visit me

because we've got no friends.
Jesus

is supposed to be our friend
but actually He doesn't even know us!

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