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He's Alive

The Father sent His son
Down 42 generations
To save me of all of
The misery you placed
On me.

You conceived me at 42
And had nothing ready
For me, no funds,
No room, no voice,
Or any choice,
Other than the ones you made.

I had my first choice at 29
And I chose that your problems
Would no longer be mine
And I would look to the big guy
The Father to be my problem
Solver. No matter what solutes,
That are put into my mix.
Jesus, not water, the universal solvent,
At the cross already handled it.

Thanks to both fathers for all
You placed in my life.
All of them kept me fighting
Until the end
Because with Him I’ll win
And be in heaven with
All of life’s champions.
He’s alive and well
Just like me.

While you were doing
What you wanted to do
You took good care of me
One day I hope to have
My own family
And not make the
Same mistakes you
Did because I
Declare that Jesus
Is alive in me.

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