When I was a child,
I fell from grace,
leaving me alone,
in my sorrowful disgrace,
And as time carried on,
I came to a place,
where I could not even stand,
the sight of my own face.
Ashamed and guilt ridden,
I fell to the ground,
tear stained misery,
making not a sound,
and alone in my dolor,
my lamenting did resound,
a grave without name,
upon a conspicuous mound.
Solemn solace sought,
in my hour of tribulation,
came to stand before me,
as a light of jubilation,
to offer up a chance to rise,
above my pensive desperation,
and touch once more
the light of glorious exultation.
And there I stood,
in awe struck wonder,
thankful and fearful,
someone had made a blunder,
to bring me back,
after I was cast asunder,
to raging storms of
lightening and thunder.
Now here I stand,
with wings aflame,
spread open wide
in humility's name,
to cast away
my former shame,
and show the world,
I am not the same.
For peace hath come
through darkest night,
to touch my soul,
and let it take flight.
No shame, no fear,
no embittered plight,
no festering wounds
to mar the sight.
Peace has come
to me at last,
within a moment,
between the future and the past.
where time is stilled
upon an ethereal wave,
and where I walk
amongst heaven's conclaves.
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