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sweet mercy Sep 2018
She’s happy
She’s lonely
No, she’s in between

She’s a mess,
Not the beautiful kind.
Not the thing that sparkles
She’s given up
No, just almost.

She’s broken things
She’s a whole lot of every pieces.
She tried to pieced it back,
She can’t.
Because she just can’t.

But she aspires.
She’s looking up, above.
Always waiting.
She’s got a Savior.
She’s one of the few who believed.
One day, she’ll shine,
And she’ll be one of the brightest.
This cloak of self-deception blocked the light
So shades of darkness were all I could see.
While the radiance of truth shined so bright,
Intensity of blackness blinded me.

A sorry past saw all future as lies,
And faithlessness had closed my every door.
While I knew light was just beyond my eyes,
My dead soul would not let me see once more.

But hope’s the curse of a defiant mind!
My need for love begged my heart to let go.
Accustomed to the darkness, I was blind,
When I looked at my future’s shining glow.

Squinting I let my faithful eyes adjust,
To happiness beyond me I should trust.
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