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i always think about the past
days before my birthday.
it ain't pretty,
nothing more than rust.

i looked at those photographs
time and time again.
yet all i can see are
nothing more than dust.

i was just a hideous farce
trying to become
someone of class; yet i am,
nothing more than warts.

and then something was done
to save me from those scars
i knew He was special,
but kept myself apart.

then something happened,
it was all too fast
i gave myself the cuts
it simply was a must.

to keep myself alive
to let those tears dry
to hide my naked front

slowly and surely
i began to find myself want;
want of all my trust

i was just a broken vase
exposed for the vast.

and then He came.
held me in embrace.
wiped away those shame.
gave me life again.

and now would i stand
to tell you what i gained.
His love, His truth, His Pain
the Pain He has paid

To give you hope a ray.

i tell this tale to you
not to say all i could
i tell this tale to you
to help you see the truth.

tomorrow is my birthday,
and this is what i would say;
i would love Him till the day,
my hour come to waste.


a dedication to my Lord, my God and my Father, the day before my 19th birthday.