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Jul 2020
water Your hands turned to wine
brighter than the sun, in darkness You shine
the raging sea in Your presence is still
to my heart You brought peace and tranquil

father turned his back to me
but for me, Father You were nailed to a tree

sight You gave to him who could not see
though science says it cannot be
at Your word the dead are given life
in my darkest days You give me light

father made himself dead to me
But for me, Father You died so I am free

You gave the ability of motion to a man without
forgive me for the days when I seem to doubt
You put food on dusty tables and empty plates
if at dawn they starved, at dusk they ate

father never came back to me, though I forgave
But for me, Father You rose from the grave
Gugulethu
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Gugulethu  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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