Empty hearts, solemn minds.
Betrayed trusts, hesitant starts.
Lonely crowds, always proud.
Continuous grumbling, never humbling.
Powered thinking, weakend life.
Piece of cake, was not life,
jack of all trades, master of none.
Wanted to die, all empty, all alone.
Wished to have a perfect life,
With stages of beauty like flourishing kites,
through this young age, nothing was love,
full of thoughts carnal, nothing like a dove.
Knew Jesus is full of compassion,
with a banner of love over me,
Always looked at me with grace,
would always embrace me,
never alone did He leave me.
His mercy is that never dies,
My faith that will always fly,
He is God almighty, He changes not,
I am, through his voice, in stillness.
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