The simple truth
He is the unseen that sees everything
I was broken beyond scrambled
lost with no way to be found.
scarred with no hope of heeling
until i called his name and suddenly i was found
he is home to the homeless
the door to fufilment peace and joy
hes the path in the jungle of
everyday imorality and detiorating tragedy.
Hes the lifejacket that keeps you above
water.
Hes the stupendous strength that leads and succeeds
All i have to do is belive.
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