The journey back from a place with no name
where bad habits wore his mind down with shame
while mired in darkness, "hope," he thought, a con-game
thus, the virgin Mother was naught but a Grande dame,
where so-called friends claimed every day was all the same.
But just a moment in time, a sudden shift, in this rat race
brought him face to face with God's Grace,
as he felt surrounded by his Spirit's embrace.
Reminding this lost soul of his rightful birthplace.
That to live in sin is not a life sentence of disgrace.
Drifting through life is often commonplace as we grow.
Testing the water, one usually sticks in the tip of a toe,
caught in an undertow of fate, doom, or strife - we know
we drift through, blow by blow; seldom will life throw a death blow,
so, let your spirit glow.
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