I was lost
You found me
At no cost
You enriched me
I was blind
With no help from behind
You showed me Your light
You gave me insight
You gave me this Sight
Thank you, Father
I was empty
You filled me
I was dirty
You cleansed me
I was beaten
With no hope of winning
You repaired my dent
You gave me Your strength
You built me a tent
Thank you, Father
I had no one
You made me the one
I had no hope
You made me their hope
I failed again
With no thing to gain
You helped me regain
All I lost in vain
All I lost to pain
Thank you Father
You lift me up
You fill my cup
You help me sup
I fail You often
My fall you soften
I wail too often
My fears You crop
My tears You stop
Thank you, Father
... thank you, Father
It's about me and the world I see, hear, feel, taste. The emotions we yearn for and those we despise, the people we can't do without and those who're dispensable. It's about our state of mind
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Friday, 8 July 2016
Thank you, Father
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