Here
Moaning, wailing and crying
was my way of humiliation
running from end to end
priding my self to Him
He waited patiently
As I start singing my song
He stood at my back
While I kept running the race
His was a genuine love,
Unconditional and true.
Sincere and unselfish,
As perfect as He is.
He is often denied
But he does not demand,
He speak of love,
But never heard.
He owns heaven and earth
But does not brag,
He lives in a kingdom,
Here, here in the corner of my dying soul.
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