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Aug 2019
He calls me an angel
Something like a gift from God
And he takes my hand,
Reverently
To tell me he believes in fate
To tell me that he loves me
Though I've been nothing but a sinner
All my lonely life

And he calls me his savior
For what I've seen him through
But I never have been able
To see God as saviors do

I've wondered, yes, I've prayed
To what, I do not know
I gave up questions of my purpose
Oh, so long ago

But in his eyes I see belief
In his eyes, I see redemption
For all the things I've done
For what I cannot mention
And I'll do my best to be
Myself, the best version

But I will not say
If I'll ever know with certainty
The value of my life
In doubt, until my death

I surely don't regret
The person I've become
The many wrongs I've done
That led me here to him
Still a soul mired in sin

He opens the door
And I begin to believe
There's more I'm here for
Rae
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Rae  29/F/USA
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