My Joy
There is hate crimes in and out
Children are caught in the plight
Families are caught between wrong and right
Now I awaken with the bright light
My worries begin to lighten
My joy is that thing
It soothes my grief and pain
No amount of hate can confine me
I am on the ledge close to crying
My life is full of twists
I awaken with a smile \
The person that carries me on is He
He is my savior
I wake up by his command and serve another day
My life is his legacy
Without his legacy I am nothing but a forgotten piece of life
I see the sun and the darkness and hate disappears
The warmth enbodies me like a wonderful cloth
He cares and protects me
He gives and appreciates me\
He offers and loves me
He is my joy
He is almighty
He is the joy
The hate crimes are not powerful like his forgiveness
He forgives and loves
That is the joy that wakes me up every day
The thing that makes going to school easier
He is the man in the sky and the god beneath the sea
He is the joy
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