Cast aside.
Thrown away.
Took my shame
And took the blame.
Endured the hurt.
Endured the pain.
Nailed to the cross.
You rose again.
Way before I was born,
You knew my fate.
So you died for me
And gave me a clean slate.
When I would fall,
You helped me stand.
When I was in need,
You lent a hand.
A thousand times,
I did you wrong.
But you still patiently waited,
No matter how long.
You could have saved yourself.
But no, you stayed.
For you knew for me to be saved,
A price had to be paid.
I should have died.
That should have been me.
But you sacrificed yourself.
You took the bullet for me.
And when you rose again,
You did not leave me alone.
You left behind your spirit to guide me,
While you watched over me from your thrown.
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He is my Saviour, my Father, my Stronghold but most of all He is my friend. The number of times I have messed up are too many to count. But the best thing is, He never runs out of second chances. He's always ready to let me start over because that's just how great He is. I love Him and boy am I glad I have Him by my side all the time!
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My Odyssey
PoetryThis book is a compilation of all the little poems and songs I've written over the course of my life so far. I always found it hard to say what I felt but I could always write them down as poems or songs. I hope you will like them and maybe find...
