Turn my self to the day that had been
Drawing past my own merry laughter’
Searching my own soul within
Beckon the memories, a sweet smile curved
Pause to cherish… the voices I heard…
Gentle a caution; I love you it said,
Watch little one, for you a price paid,
The eyes of the most beautiful
Beheld His little angel..
Turned walk away in despair
Owned, the moment, was it mine
Had He not hung on the tree
Scourged, that I might be
Contrite, my spirit, my heart
Dear Father, I failed thee, forgive me.
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