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I am the essence of My Makers glory, now!

The humbled child, of His wonderous hands....

All that I am, good, is a reflection of His predestined desires

Born in His image, anew, from a once, but mere feeble man

Fragile within all of his ways, made, to fall to temptations taste

Given the robe of the world to wear, but when yet, still a young naive youth....

That all that one could wish for, hope, that was always readily there!

Fame and popularities, envies amongst his peers

Never alone, and always surrounded, by pretty faces, everywhere

Living the dream of the world, that most young men, never did dare 

The life of the parties, the gatherings, that always beckoned, his presence there

Like cards he had played, one upon another, these cards, within all of their shades....

Up and down the staircase, around the block and behind the house

To all of the dances, the dances, where he would always appear

Everyone, everywhere, everyway, wanted, to be a part of this show

Until one day, it all died inside, and the bright lights, they began to lose their glow

As at a gathering one night, aside the rivers banks, a beautiful girl, that had became 
a card of her own....

Standing as she approached with tears in her eyes, crying, as she sadly spoke

From a broken heart she had held, that he, had once sadly broke, now, piercing his 
very own!

Suddenly awakened, from this slumbering sleep, and feeling so deeply burned

While darkness laughed, at a product it had made, a darkened child, of its very own....

Entering the searching years, now, the shadowed, the Jekyll and the Hyde, of whom 
they had known?

Truly, a boy interrupted, sliced by the emptiness, that had buried his heart

Within a secular world, a world filled with glitter, lust, and, cold!

Until one night, one day, one moment, one dream, "He," came....

To introduce Himself, and to reveal this mercy, upon a once, merciless soul

Lost, but later to have realized, throughout the forthcoming years that would unfold

It was a lifetime of lessons, lessons, that were forever drawn

By the hands of his loving Creator, whom had watched him, all along....

For now, I am "My Fathers Child," the essence, of "His Very Son" 

Born out of time, delivered, from the darkest of nights

Another story that was written, that satan had known, a very long, long time ago!

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                                             ~ Mercies Child ~
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