He stands, waiting, watching, tear stained face. He stands and I stand. Guilt ridden for being caught in the thorns and for the juice that stains bright from the forbidden berries. I stand and I feel unworthy of joining Him on the road.
He waits.
I cry out that I am unworthy.
He waits.
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