Drifted so far from grace
stranded in this temple of sin
wondering if I’ll ever see his face
ever hear his voice again
the presence of his peace has dispersed
and misery is at its peak
yet I’m thankful that I wasn’t aborted
I was given a chance to breathe
given a chance to speak
given a chance to live
one day I’ll meet my father
but not in this body of sin.
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