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Feb 2019
Life was so promising
The surprise baby was born
The youngest of three
As time went by- he grew
His personality started to shine through
Born sinners, we all go astray from the womb,
Of course rebellion and sin were already built in.
But God gifted him much,
Oh that he’d surrender these gifts to him!
How different the picture would be than what it’s become
The black droplets of sin have stained this life that could have been-
frustration and anger
Numbness and explosions,
It’s a normal day.
There’s no where to go or run away
From the numbness yet loudness of it all
There is no real rest,
Only manufactured from substances,
The escape of lust
Only leaving more emptiness to try and fill up.
The purpose is gone, did it ever arrive?
Day by day, he just survived
There’s much laughing and fun,
But it’s been forever since the inside has seen the sun
To where will he run?
There’s another picture- another life he could live
In the arms of a Father who never forsook one of His kids,
None who have trusted Him have been put to shame
No never, no matter how much they have left in pursuit of His name.
There’s One with nail pierced hands
Who’s love for this child cost Him so much, His very life
A love so deep it heals the pain
So vast it would consume this child’s life if he only came,
To the Fountain of Life, who is the light of men.
how different his story could be,
After surrendering to this lowly King;
Who left His glory behind to become a man, weak and despised
But He bore our sin- so that we could have the chance to live for Him.
He is not forceful or demanding, He calls, He knocks
But He’ll never kick down the doors to a closed-off heart
oh the beauty of Him! Worth immeasurably more than all the pleasures this  world could give-
The satisfaction and rest He brings from within-
There is no peace apart from Him.

What could this life be like in the hands of my God? Healing, freedom, I hear the songs he could sing!
This peace I drink of, this mercy freely given,
This blood that cleanses the blackest of sin
That he’d receive it! That he’d be set free.
I too once was blind but now I see.
For now. I do not know what will be.
Melissa Veilleux
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Melissa Veilleux  23/F
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