For I was sculpted from the dust of the earth,
by the Living Water,
with the Bread of Life.
My blood can save another person
though it cannot save the world
It has not the magical properties
of the Divine.
It never washes away
that which is scarlet to bleach white,
it possesses the power to illuminate
any crime scene.
I am elevated by the Divine’s
claim on me—
this Deity who chose me
over His Only Begotten—
the Son who sacrificed Himself
so that I all I had to do was ask Him
to forgive me
for forcing Him to make
an impossible choice.