Not To Be
On Christmas morning in a small town nothing was new.
Just a lonely church house and a boy in a pew.
Hoping God could accompany him, for he was lost.
He was lost in Hate, Hate could determine his Fate.
But he came to church to be forgiven before it was too late.
Hate has always been his guardian.. wanting to lead him to the forbidden fruit.
In the forbidden garden, but all he wants is to be accepted.
To be okay.
To be found.
Not to be neglected.
To be with family on Christmas morning in a small town where nothing was new.
Not to be in a lonely Church house in an empty pew.
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