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Created on: July 03, 2007
His Acceptance
Everyone I've loved has disappointed me.
There's no longer anyone to help me see.
I stumble blindly through life
And take indignantly all the troubles and strife.
No one can accept me as I am now,
They try to change me and mold me somehow
To be what they think I should
And treat me like I need them and always would.
I try to be strong, independent and wise,
Never do I let anyone hear my sorrowful cries.
If only there was one person who could heal,
Who could console me, want me, and help me feel.
Before I fell prey to the evils of this Earth,
I realized who I've been looking for has been with me since birth.
He has loved me, wanted me, and tried to help me feel,
He gave his life for me in a holy deal.
Not once has He pushed me ignorantly to be another,
But He has watched out for me like a big brother.
I dropped to my knees astonished and embarrassed,
Then, with sunshine and bliss, my cheeks were kissed.
Beside me he walked, not visible but in a blur of light,
And at that moment, he gave me back my sight.
My troubling days are not yet through,
But I always know He's with me too.
Everyday I thank Him, and pray He helps others.
His love is great and joyous and never smothers.
My emotions are deeper and they mean more
Now that He helped, forgiving is no longer a chore.
Happiness is finally here for me to take,
So I'll grab onto it and never let it go for Heaven's sake.
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