the Miracles
Once a bitter ,anguished soul
That dwelt in an abyss
Steeped in self-delusions
That nothing was amiss.
Glutted on self-pity
Nurtured by self-pride
With fear my soul's companion
In whom I could confide.
I had no God to guide me
No Angels Heaven sent
For all now had forsaken me
Least that was my lament.
I had a myriad of excuses
It was them,not I the liar!
For was it not life itself
That threw me in this mire?
But all the while was my addiction
that kept me from the truth
for it has no need for mercy
Nor clemency or ruth.
Now prayer my only refuge
I fall on shaking knees
A scoundrel seeking mercy
I asked Him humbly please!
And since that day on humbled knees
The miracle has passed
I walk now with the living
A free man long at last.
So come and join the living
if you hunger to be free
And your miracles will happen
just as they have for me!
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