Born without notice we function with limited ability,
Happenstance rules our otherwise deeply desired accomplished agility...

We stumble we fall we try to balance the awkwardness within our off-kilter equilibrium,
Trying always our best not to become just another unsuccessful idiom...

Saved we can be through our faith in the merciful kindness of one,
Though we will continue to fumble our brief minutes of life till all things offensive are undone...

Consequence of being it's what we have all been given,
Continuing on to the day we are completely forgiven...

J.I.F.