The Conversation
As I gaze at his face,
I'm amaze,
He want to hear my case,
He sees through my past,
Before I could speak
He said,wait,take a peak
With a flash,
I saw my life crash
tears boiling in my eyes.
I said I'm a trash
with shame, I'm to blame
fell to my knees and cried,
Then I felt his hands on my side
He said why, why cried
I made you in my image
I can repair the damage
with his hands he lifted me
His words set me free
His blood made me heal
Then I realized he always been
there, He smile
I said with this conversation
my soul has satisfaction
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